HELL HOLE

C h a p t e r : 02

We were silent and both haven't eaten breakfast watching an old football match's highlights. I finally decided to speak up.

"Jamie, let's go and eat something outside?" I poked him.
"Okay, I'll grab my coat," he said.

"Can you please grab mine too?" I said.
"Here you go," he said handing me my black overcoat. I picked my scarf from the stand next to couch. Jamie hands me my coat.
"Thank you," I smiled putting my brown coat on.

Walking down the street fallen leaves from tress were wet from the rain. There was the scent of soil in the atmosphere. The clouds were still there enveloping the sky in its gloomy and dark beauty.

"Let's not go far away," Jamie said I noticed he hasn't bothered wearing his gloves currently is rubbing his fingers in cold
his nose and cheeks were almost giving him rosy blush because of the freezing wind.
I unwrapped my scarf, he's cold.
Dragging him by his sweatshirt, which I have completely ruined today. He didn't bother to even change it. I slowly wrapped my scarf around him autumn air making his hair sway in a beat. Rosy cheeks, His expressions that anyone could flip and read within seconds. He looked adorable. I turn around to my way, I've been staring at him like an idiot.

"What do you want to have?" I asked kicking a pebble with each step.

"Weed,"
"What the fuck," Kicking the pebble with I have been all the way.
"Yeah I know,"
It didn't kicked it my way this time the pebble was lost. I looked back silently saying goodbye to the pebble.
Not having enough energy to walk more
I suggested, "What about the noddle shop?"
His ocean blue gaze fixed on the phone he was scrolling through uninterested.
"Mhm,"

Opening the door of the old shop for Jamie he slided in smiling.
"Thanks,"
I went before him my eyes fell from the bookshelf to the pretty cashier.
Her blonde hair in a pretty braid with a fringe.

I was eating just when I made an eye contact with Jamie he gave me a sad smile. Starting to scroll thorough his phone unintrestedly.
The reality came crashing to me no matter what I'll have to do what my 'father' says or he'll ruin it not for just me but us.

I returned the smile, I tried I don't need to be fake with him at least but then again it doesn't matter.

"So ... are you going tommorow?"
"Not sure... Maybe?"
Nod your head and smile was what he had chosen.
The cashier came with our order the waiter sitting on the counter. Weird?
"Here's your salmon with chicken noodles,"
"Would you like something else?" she flashed a sweet smile towards Jamie and half grin to me.
"What will you recommend?" I smiled.
"You are new here not us I think we can figure it out," Jamie sighed.
I kicked his leg and mouthed him 'You don't have to be an asshole.'
He rolled his eyes slowly "I don't want you to worry we come here often, so please thank you I was being rude earlier sorry for that,"
"your asshole self realised?"
I sighed thinking how this is last day we will spend together.
I'll have to say bye. Bye is a weird word.
Eventually have to say it when you want to or maybe you don't.

Around 2am there was a knock on my door. I opened the door it was Jamie.

"I couldn't sleep, brought some beer,"
"C'mere," I patted the bed.
I hadn't touched my beer but Jamie had reached the half.

"Don't be such a lone pig drink it,"
"I will,"
"I will," he said mimicking my voice badly ... Very badly.
"I do not sound like that,"
"YEE YEE YOU DO NOt " In a bad expression of my voice.

"I don't even know how to cook I'm gonna die,"
"You can oder always you know,"
"What about friends can I oder them too?" I said in a low horase voice.
"People come and go,"
"I wish it was that simple,"
"It isn't tho because you aren't people,"
"I love you,"
"I love you too bro,"

Placing his hand on mine, Jamie squeezed it.
one, two, three times.
"You can be a little hamster," Jamie said. Slowly dragging me towards himself resting his head on my stomach.
"Yeah," I said slowly making a circles on his hair.
"Hamsters make friends and eat them when they feel hungry,"
He smiled a boyish smile.

Maybe it's good for me to say goodbye.
And be gone for good.
I came home talking wasn't a thing we did.
Packing my bags with all of my stuff I never had much to began with a suitcase, backpack and two boxes of stuff I decided to leave here.

Like I was on a run from fucking FBI.

I finally woke up at 9:30. Not having the energy to take a shower I wore my white pants and checked sweater.
Doing a ponytail on my hair.

With a heavy feeling in my chest I went outside and there he was looking at me with... disappointment.

"I didn't thought you'll go?"
"For right thing,"
"Don't you call it right thing it is anything but not right,"

"I-"
"Guess you have decided now,"
"Is it good between us?"
"Yeah definitely,"

"I hate your parents,"
"Not more than me, I'll be fine,"

Goodbyes are hard but not than my dick I don't have a dick. Do ants have dicks? I wonder what birds do?
I'm doing this again. I'll be just fine.
Will I be tho?

"Just remember hurt them before they try to hurt you,"
"Yes, Mom."

"Do need to me to drive you?"
Of course. Oh I'll ugly cry on my way to their house.
I maybe sad gotta keep up bad bitch image.
"No," I replied.

Hold up...

"No,"
"Come on it's not a big deal,"
"Yeah it not like.... But,"
"Do it as a goodbye thing,"
"Fine," Jamie sighed in defeat.

Opening the car's door I got out.
"Are you ready for it?"
"Yes,"
Closing my eyes I stood there wating for a peck cringing a little bit.
"Ew I don't think I can do it,"
Opening my eyes I said "Okay,"

Putting my hands on both side of his face pulling his head down I gave him a peck.

Opening my eyes Jamie's hand was in air going to toward his lips.

"If you wipe that off I swear I'll cut your balls off,"
"You better cut them off because I'm going to puke ew it feels weird,"
"Shut up,"
"Goodbyee," we said at the same time.
Smiling like idiots. Yes, my mum saw it from the blinders she was spying on us from.

"Let's meet on Christmas," we both said.
And broke into laughter and I broke into tears.

"I'll visit," I smiled hugging him over his shoulders.
"I'll miss you a lot," He said in a hazy voice.
"I gave your number to that cashier and told her you like her,"
"What the FUcK?"
Sticking  my tongue out I smiled, she was funny.
I don't like good-bye.
They end stories good ones.
And the bad ones I don't want to end yet without feeling good in them.

Published: Sep 25, 2021.
Word count: 1237 words.