Love Comes Hard: Lax Fanfiction (Lexbugplus5's "Uniformity")

Six: Reading Between Really Fine Lines

Jack stands at the mirror on the wall in my living room, prodding his nose sullenly.

"Did you have to go for my nose? I'd rather it have been my stomach or something... something I could hide. You're infuriating, Maxwell Copper."

I stare at my ceiling, wincing as the creases in the leather sofa dig into my back. Aren't sofas supposed to be comfortable?

"And," Jack says, and I seem him face me in my peripheral vision, "I helped you."

"Helped me?" I whisper the words with a low growl, sitting up. "Helped me?"

Jack cocks an eye brow, sauntering over to sit next to me on the sofa. "Yes... you could have gotten even more obsessed with her, but my expert methods stopped you."

I scoff. "Expert methods? Thanks, Jack. Can you just leave, please?"

"Afraid not, pal. I'm here with you all day."

"Why?" I demand angrily.

Jack snorts with laughter, then groans, clutching his nose. "Ow..."

"Why are you staying here? Go... go make out with Chloe or something."

"Actually-" he starts, but he's interrupted by a knock on my door.

I stand up, trudging over to the door and wishing I could just, like, dig a hole for myself in some freaking alleyway somewhere, where no one would bother me.

I jerk the door open, immediately confronted by bright blue eyes and brighter red hair. "What do you want?"

Chloe gives me a hurt look. "Why do I feel like you don't want me here?"

"Uh, maybe because I don't?" I suggest, feeling like a jerk when Chloe looks down and frowns.

"Sorry," she murmurs, and I'm surprised at her tentative attitude... Chloe is usually bold.

Then she looks up, smirking, and I dive out of the way just in time to dodge her fist.

"Just kidding," she snickers, walking uninvited into my apartment and shutting the door behind her. "Stop being mean, Maxwell."

I scowl. "I'm not mean."

She snorts. "Sure you aren't."

Jack stands up and struts over to Chloe, embracing her warmly. I struggle not to gag, then I wonder why I'm even trying.

I gag as obviously as I can, earning a glare from Jack.

Jack's glare turns to a mischievous smile as he tilts Chloe's face up with his thumb and presses his lips to hers. His fingers move to her hair, tangling in the curly locks, and I glare at him viciously.

I stomp into my bedroom, making sure to shove both of them on my way, and slam my bedroom door, flipping the lock roughly.

I collapse on my bed, much like I collapsed on the sofa when I got back home, and stare at the tiled ceiling. Shadows are cast by the gaps in between the pristine white tiles, making the room gloomier than is necessary, darkening my mood.

The weak light filtering through the diamond ceiling outside my window only illuminates the room partially, so it's not really helping either.

With a sigh, I turn over and hug a pillow to my chest, feeling like a little girl, and cry.

I cry about Lena, about the loss of my parents, about the loss of what life I would have had if I'd never been taken to Pangaea as a small child...

Why can't I at least have love? I can't have family, I can't have freaking friends... I can't even have someone to love me back the way I love them.