Don't Forget Me In The Morning

10

Jamie and I went the whole next day without mentioning anything about the kiss. We acted as if it never happened. I mean, I didn't hate it and I was not going to forget it.

We sat on my couch, seeing as neither of us had work, watching movie marathons all day. Jamie was sitting on the far side of the couch, leaving a lot of space between the both of us. Looking at him, he caught me staring and smiled.

"What?" He giggled.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," I smiled.

"Don't be sorry, I was staring about thirty minutes ago. You never noticed though." I felt a blush appear on my face.

"R-Really?"

"Yea. By the way. you're adorable when you blush." I covered my face up with my hands, blushing even deeper.

"Stop, it's fine," he said, carrying out the 'e.' Taking my hands, he pulled them away from my face and grinned.

"S-stop. I embarrassed myself." As Jamie had my hands down, he carefully, not letting my hands get away, intertwined our fingers. He then leaned in and pecked my lips.

"If you're embarrassed because you blushed in front of me, then god, I must be very flustered after that, but I am not because you only have one life. Live it to the fullest, but do not be dumb." Smiling, I looked down at our intertwined fingers. Looking back up at him, I asked," Jamie, do you like me?" He seemed a bit confused at first.

"Yeah? I mean, I talk to you all of the time?"

"No, I mean, like, do you think I am attractive." He bit his lip and nodded. I didn't think my blush could get any more red, but it did when I said," I like you too."

Our shared moment was cut off by harsh banging from my front door. With an eyebrow raised I looked at the door and then back at Jamie. Sighing, I removed my hands from his and got up to answer the door. When I opened the door and angry man stood before me.

"Who are you?" I asked. The guy pushed me aside and walked in to see Jamie on my couch.

"Jamie, get the fuck home," this man yelled. When he did, I automatically knew who it was.

"Kriss, leave Jamie alone and get out of my house." I sternly said, crossing my arms.

"I am not leaving without what's mine." Kriss growled, walking over and taking Jamie by the arm.

"H-how did you get out of jail," Jamie stuttered, about to cry," and how did you find me?"

"I paid bail and I knew you would come to this faggots house, so I took the information off of my computer from when you dropped him off the other week. Now come with me. We are going home." Jamie forcibly ripped his arm from Kriss' grip and ran over to me, hugging me in fear from behind.

"Leave me alone. I am not coming with you!" He cried. I stood there, my chin held high, not letting my guard down so that I could protect Jamie. Kriss was fired up. His knuckles were white from his fist being balled so tightly.

"Leave Kriss!" I snapped.

"I am not leaving without Jamie!"

"Well, I guess you are going to leave disappointed." Kriss then ran at me, throwing a punch, which I dodged, although, I didn't dodge the second one. He hit me in the crotch, causing me to fall to the ground in pain.

"Carmin!" Jamie yelled, getting down on his knees. Kriss took Jamie by the hair and started out, having Jamie cry in agony.

Suddenly, someone stopped Kriss.

"I am Officer Beale, I am going to have to ask you to let go of this young man," said a police officer from around the corner. The pain in my crotch was subsided by this point enough to where I could get up and walk out to see what was going on. Officer Beale had Kriss pinned up against the hall wall. Jamie was crying as he stood against the opposite wall. Once he caught my eye, he ran over to me, drawing the attention of the cop as he handcuffed Kriss.

"What happened here," the cop asked," I got a call from one of your neighbors because of suspicion of domestic violence.

"He is the only one here that should be under suspicion of domestic violence," I said, pointing at Kriss. Officer Beale looked at Kriss and then back at me and nodded.

"Alright, wait, you were just in jail for putting someone in critical condition from a bar fight. Seems you can't stay out of trouble. Can you?" The officer joked as he took Kriss out. Jamie was crying into my arm as we walked back into my apartment.

"Are you alright, Jamie?" I asked, as we walked inside.

"I-I just want to go to sleep," he mumbled through tears.

"Do you not want to take a shower first?"

"N-No. I'll ta-ke one in the mor-morning." Sighing, I walked him to his room where I laid him down on his bed.

As I was walking away, he grabbed my arm.

"Thank you for standing up for me," he said, wiping the tears from his eyes with his free hand. Turning back around, I smiled, walking back over to him.

"You're welcome." I gently placed my lips on his forehead and then walk out, leaving him to rest.