Lover, Come Over

Heartthrob 06

Give me your lips, the taste of her, I'll kiss them again

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I roughly pushed Jeremy off of me, "Look busy!" I silently hissed at him. He rolled his at me and gave a obnoxious pout before turning away from me. I heard Teagan waltz into the house and start down the hallway. I busied myself with folding t-shirts. Without looking, I could feel Teagans presence. I glanced at her. She was stoically leaning against my door frame, tapping her red manicured nails at the wall. Wordlessly she left. I focused myself back onto my clothes, but Jeremy pressed his body against mine, nipping at my ear. I leaned into his touch and breathed in his boyish smell. I smiled up at him, pleased. With a sense of pride, Jeremy happily started taking boxes to his car.

***

"What do you want for dinner, my love?" Jeremy asked me. "Uhhhh, ice cream?" I said questionably. Jeremy wrinkled his nose, "What?" I sighed, "My sugar intake is at a low low." He giggled, "You're a fucking weirdo, ya know that?" I smiled at him. Jeremy pulled into Arctic Delight, our small towns resident frozen yogurt/ice cream shop. He tapped his finger against the steering wheel. "What do you want?" "Chocolate and M&M's." I directed my attention to the Game of Thrones episode I watched last night. Jeremy wordlessly handed me my ice cream. I stared at it, watching it melt. The sun was starting to set, beautiful pinks and yellows blended in seamlessly with the sky. My mind drifted off, wondering about my parents and where they'd gone. The moon just became visible along with the stars. My brother joined the stars. I imagine his not being in a constellation, and not shining as bright as others.

***
Two weeks later

I laid on Jeremys ratty, old mattress. It was past 11:45 p.m. and he still wasn't home yet. I thought I may be crazy, but Jeremy was pulling away from me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I was a lot of things and dense wasn't one of them. I faced away from the door, but I still heard the creaking of someone walking in. I sat up as Jeremy stumbled into the small room. The acrid smell of vodka and perfume filled my nostrils. "Where have you been?" I grumbled. "Out. With friends." "Does these friends include the girl whose perfume that belongs to." I sneered. "You're a hypocrite. I see the way you look at Brady when I pick you up from school." He hiccuped. "No, you're the hypocrite. Brady is with Sarah, dumb ass. I'm only ever around you!" I screamed. "Yeah, right. Look bro, leave. I don't want to fight with you, and this is my house." He said, sounding completely sober. I angrily got up out of bed, threw on a jacket and shoes, and stomped out.

I walked down the tiny street. I didn't bother thinking about wether or not I was homeless, I'd cross that bridge when I absolutely needed to. I walked into Green Acres Park and sat on the nearest bench. I stared off into the sky, the gleaming, yet damning, stars twinkled above me. I sat for hours trying to pick out which one glowed the last, and declared that one was my brother. I heard footsteps coming from my right, and immediately got defensive. I was not going to get killed like this. After everything, not like this. The owner of the footsteps had since came into view and stood in front of me. "Emory?" The person asked, confused. "Who the hell are you?" "Matthew, we've gone to school, since like, ever." "Matty?" I asked him. He sighed, "Of course you'd remember that nickname." "What're you doing in the park, it's like 3:00a.m.?" "Could ask you the same." He grumbled. Why the hell am I even talking to him? We've never talked, let alone be friends. I sighed, "Sit down, you're making me uncomfortable." "Okay." He sat down, and a comfortable silence fell over us. Right then, I wasn't worried about Jeremy, or Teagan, or even my living situation.