This is GARBAGE!! I am a busy 19-year-old who is dumb plz don't judge too harshly. ALSO if you are here for the 'spicy stuff' only then I haven't written any yet when it comes to that point I will add a star or something near it so you can skip to...
T drops her silverware and leans back in her chair, "ugh that was so good~" she says as she rubs her belly. V follows, "it was amazing," he says starey-eyed. Jay smiles at both of their reactions. He hadn't cooked for anyone in a while. Although he did have catering classes, he hasn't had the opportunity to cook in a relaxed setting. The last time he heard someone compliment his food so much was his older brother.
He stares at the two, playing spot the difference in his head.
Jays pov T has round pretty eyes, her lashes were short but curly. When she feels confident or when she teases me her eyes slant a little making her look more intimidating. Her smile...it's the most perfect thing I've ever seen. Her cheeks rise up and her lips flatten against her teeth. Her lips... V on the other hand has the most delicate smile I've witnessed. Right now his thick plumed lips hugged each other tightly. His eyes squint slightly, it's a smile that I'm too scared to touch. I want to cherish it and make sure it never breaks. Why are they so... they make me feel... my head can't think of a word beautiful enough to describe them. "I'm glad you both liked it," I say genuinely. T sits up and looks me in the eyes. "You know....you haven't stuttered in a long time!!" She says with a growing smile. My eyes widen. She's right, I haven't. I'm not sure why... V sits up and adds to the conversation," she's right! When you asked the question in classes you said it so... calm and sure." V says proudly. My heart skips a little. "I-I umm thank you." T smiles widely "wait!! You?!..Jay?! Asked a question in class??" She says dramatically. "Lord this can't be true! How'd I miss that???" Her voice grows with disappearing. Vs smile disappears as he remembers that day. We both know that she was there, but she was so sleep-deprived and out of it that she doesn't remember. I sigh," T... I did it because the teacher was calling on you and...you didn't answer." She blinks with confusion," oh..." I assume she remembers a little at least. "I'm sorry...about..everything." She says sadly. Her body language changes. "Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry about. But it would make things easier if you talked to us. " v says shyly, his voice is small and his eyes avoid the situation. "Your right ... I just... It's my mom. She goes missing sometimes, and I just get scared. She doesn't contact me or tell me where she's going." Her voice doesn't hold the same confidence as usual. Right now all I hear is pain. V and I decided not to speak, hoping that she will continue to vent. "I should be used to it right? I mean she does this a lot. But I'm not. M-my heart feels ...it's so tired. I'm tired of being her punching bag, physically, emotionally, mentally... " her voice begins to falter, showing just how hard she's holding back her tears. "sometimes we are happy, and it feels like she's my mother. Other times I-I can't stand being around her, but I can't do anything because...she's my mom" Tears start to flow down her eyes. I'm speechless, who knew someone so beautiful could be so...broken. Physically, mentally and, emotionally she feels stuck. I remember feeling like that sometimes...I still do. V and I rush to her side, we embrace her. I don't think T realizes what she has been through is abuse. No one tells kids how their parents can hurt them, it's just "be a good kid, don't be disobedient." No one ever questions the child's mental well-being. Vince holds her, his head hung low. "I'm so sorry T," he says under his breath with a shaky voice. She sniffles "d-don't be." she fully accepts our embrace.
How long had it been since she has been hugged? How long has it been since I've hugged someone? The room was filled with emotions, though this emotion is due to pain I feel glad that she is able to talk to me. "I'm sorry, I pushed you away when you wanted to comfort me... I just... being emotional is hard for me. I hate it, I hate feeling like I'm weak.." T says hiding her face in our arms. V takes a deep breath and responds. "I understand, sometimes it feels like you're not allowed to...show your negative emotions...And you can't tell if it was you or your surroundings that put this restriction on you. Trust me I know it all too well." V's voice shakes.
We sat there for a few minutes. I enjoyed their warmth. My head rested on one side of T, and Vs head rested on the other side. They both smelled sweet. T's scent reminded me of raspberries and wild roses while Vs reminded me of vanilla. The hug felt natural, and the feelings I get from being around them were unexplainable. I thought about what T was going through, allowing myself to fully take in the information I had just received. I wondered why the people I cared about so much went through so much pain. A sudden fear rushed over me, I don't want to lose her, I don't want to lose V... Unknowing I squeezed a little tighter. T taps my arm and chuckles. "Babe no need to squeeze so tight I'm not going anywhere." She jokes but I froze in realization. That fear... after my brother passes I hadn't gotten close to anyone. I'm scared that if I get close to them...what if they get hurt... what if I'm bad luck... what if.
My head runs wild, I slowly step back. "are you okay?" V asked with worry. "Y-yes.." I answer hesitantly. V looks at me, almost like he detected my lie instantly. Must be the lawyer in him. "please.. don't lie to me." My heart races my head feels like it's having 100 bad thoughts a second. I break down. Why now? Why am I having a panic attack right now??? Why! tears rush down my face. T gets up from her seat and steps closer to me, "hey hey it's okay..take a deep breath." she says her nose still red from the previous crying session. She reaches out her hand as she approaches me. I remember my time in the hospital, a nurse did the same thing when I had a panic attack after they told me my brother didn't make it. I feel like I'm back at the hospital. The lights, the smell, how cold my body felt. I crouch down and place my hands over my ears, if I can't hear it it's not true.
