Tales of Vice City

The Gift: Part 3

Zach's POV:

This sucked.

The party for my 18th birthday had just been three days ago. The fun and exciting day with Chloe only two and then one day of utter and complete silence on her part.

I mean I get it. She told me she fucking loved me for years and couldn't go on any longer. My constant flirting and mindlessly fucking with her probably didn't help at all either. And now?

Now I am laying here in my room. On my bed and drawing a bloody peacock. Not in dark blue and green though. No, I exchanged dark blue for a very soft sky blue and deep green for pink. What did I even do that for?

I rolled aside and closed my eyes before opening them and looking up. My reflection stared right back at me.

I know the mirror above the bed. Total playboy cliché.

But I more did it for a new angle on stuff and to see artworks better when I drew them up here.

The view while having sex doesn't hurt though.

The only time I used it was with Chloe though. I sighed deeply and ran my hands through my bright blue hair. Feelings. They always make shit complicated. They did it back at school when I had that ridiculous thing for Melanie, and they did now with my best friend.

Is she even my best friend anymore? She loves me. Loved me maybe more fitting now, since I froze when she admitted it.

And I. I don't know what to think. Or feel.

I have known Chloe since we were so little we played in a sandbox outside. She was the only person my age that still remembered my mother alive. I remember hugging her and crying for ages when she died. Same as I remember her crying when her Grandma died. I remember the fucking argument she had with her mum when she wanted to get her boobs done after. And how she got bullied by other girls back then when they called her a slut.

This woman knew every single one of my dreams and hopes. All my goals for my future life were shared between us and the other way around. Now she was gone.

Closing my eyes again, I tried to empty my mind for just a moment. Caroline didn't give me time though.

"What's up, bro? You keep moping in your room all day long and barely talk anymore," she asked as she casually opened my door and just walked in.

"Ever heard of knocking? I could have been naked, you know?" I answered and reluctantly opened my eyes.

"Don't make me throw up." she shot back and carefully picked up the peacock to place it on my table before laying down. "The colors are wrong by the way, you know."

"You wouldn't get it anyway," I muttered.

She rolled her eyes and looked over, "Chloe?"

To my surprised face, she just smiled, "I'm not five anymore, Zach. You hung out with her one day and the next you are like this, and I've never heard you call her."

I frowned, "This all was way easier when you were twelve, you know."

"What happened Zach? Did she say no to fucking you, and now you're angry?" Caroline asked again, ignoring my comment.

The look I gave her was a little bewildered, "Who are you? I mean since when do you talk like this?"

"I know what sex is Zach. So?"

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair again, "Unbelievable I am talking to you about this. Even more, so that you would think I'd be such an asshole."