Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 13 - Inner Conflict

~Ohm's POV~

"What the fuck do you think I can say?" Minx snaps and I just hesitate, looking back down to the food and she just rolls her eyes and plays with the food on her plate. "Look, Ohm, I understand you're trying to save your guys' relationship but I have literally no power when talking to your dad, and look at me! I'm already playing with fire by having my girlfriend. Not only will Gassy kill me but your dad will murder me," Minx complains, talking with a speed I nearly can't comprehend. I sigh hopelessly, understanding I shouldn't try to push everything onto Minx but since Gassy has been making a big deal about it, making it be on my mind all day. Before today I hadn't even thought about it once but now that I think about it, can I even marry Gassy? I doubt it with my position, but I wouldn't tell him that even if he asks me about it. I'll lie directly in front of him even though I know I'm a shitty liar, I just can't see that hurt face on him I'm sure will be there when I tell him. If I just tell him there's no way we can... I don't even want to think about it, god damn why did I say yes?

"Don't look so fucking depressed," Minx suddenly mutters looking at me with fiercely angry eyes that make me wince. "We're both happy out of our fucking minds, you should just be happy with what we have right now." I glance up towards her, a bit shocked to see her just eating her sandwich as if she didn't just insult me. Sighing, I turn down to my own lunch and feel an ounce of regret, more than regret but hopelessness.

"But you can marry Krism, haven't you thought about that?" I ask and Minx hesitates, wiping off her mouth and looking away from me, her nervousness in the lack of words finally showing. "At least you have the freedome to ensuredly spend the rest of your life with her, some way," I mutter and she stays silent this time. Gassy's words really affected me, more than I had thought or acted they did. Of course, whenever my feelings come even slightly down I naturally begin to wear a sort of mask and pretend everything is fine. It only really affects me when the other person becomes agitated and I have some strong need to apologize, as I'd probably always assume it was my fault anyways.

"Well the fuck are you guys thinking about that already? Chances are your relationship will fail terribly anyways," Minx says but there is still this twitch in her eye that she doesn't like what she's saying. Of course she doesn't like what she's saying, she's in a relationship for crying out loud nobody likes to think that chances are your relationship which you may care deeply for will, in the end, fail. Now that I think about it... I think Gassy is my first love. For some reason for the past years I've never really thought of such a thing because it just didn't matter much for me. It's not like it was really my choice anyways, I hardly met any girls besides Minx and a lot of old women anyways. Both Minx and I lived a pretty secluded life I suppose, and now in the base with exposure we both found someone I suppose. Glancing up towards Minx she's eating with a bit of annoyance but still, there's something about her that has completely changed since her time here has started. It's probably all Krism's fault in my personal opinion, though Krism probably doesn't have a clue about it.

"Now that I think about it, Gassy saved Krism. Thank him for her, will you? She's a bit afraid to talk to the captain," Minx comments and I nod, almost completely forgetting about the fact my lover saved her lover's life. It's actually a bit of a strange feeling to know that our lovers are, in a way, connected by the incident that Chilled caused. Seems like we've brought ourselves into a complicated webs of connections.

"I think she should tell him herself. I'll be with her if it makes her feel better."

"Thanks Ohm, she'll appreciate it," Minx mutters, glancing down at her food with a sadder feeling now too. "Should we really be doing this? We both know whose fucking fault it is and we're not-"