Is This The End? (Sequel to Till the End)

No More

As I roll over I bump into someone, I get this feeling that it was Jack and I was home and this was all just a terrible dream. But as I adjust my eyes and look at the person next to me, it's just JJ. My shoulders slump and I slide back down under the covers.

"Psst." I hear in my ear.

"Get out." I push him off the bed and he lands with a thud.

"Hey! That wasn't nice!" He stands up and pouts.

"You wanna talk about not nice..." I prep myself for a rant but JJ jumps on top of me and covers my mouth.

"Yes I know. Jack blah blah blah. Can we not talk about that asshole?" I'm completely astonished by what he said, that's his best friend and he just called him an asshole.

"Good! Now let's go get some breakfast, yeah?" He grabs my wrist and drags me out of bed.

"Might want to put some pants on tho." He glances at my butt then walks out.

"I HATE YOU!" I scream to him.

"LOVE YOU TOO!" He yells back.

I slip on a pair of Nike spandex and begin my journey downstairs. Right as I reach the stairs I hear the doorbell.

"I got it!" Sam runs to the door, opening it up revealing an angry Jack with crumbled up papers in his hand. Hm, must be the divorce papers. Gotta love my lawyer!

"Where is she!?" Jack fumes.

"Go away." Sam rolls his eyes.

"I want to see her." I stand there in horror. JJ stands at the foot of the stairs and sees me. He immediately sprints up to me and rushes me to my room.

"What the hell!?" I hyperventilate.

"He's just mad, hun. Just breath."

"What if he doesn't sign them!? What if, if he comes after me?! Why was he so mad! Oh my gosh." I freak out.

"Renee! Renee. Hey! Renee! Look at me! Listen to me!" Johnson tries to grab my attention as I pace back and forth.

"Oh no! This is bad! This is so bad!" My head is spinning and I feel like throwing up.

"Renee!" JJ continues to call my name till he grabs my arms and shakes me.

"What!?" I squeak.

"Calm down before I slap you." He rolls his eyes, "Let's just go downstairs and if he's here, be cool." He holds me in place but once he lets go I fall to the ground like a rag doll.

"Oh god. Renee. Get up!" He groans, but I start crawling to the bathroom and throw up, barely making it to the toilet.

"I hate you." I growl.

"Oh... are you okay?"

"Peachy. Shall we go downstairs now?" I roll my eyes and push him away.

"I'm sorry!" He follows after me.

"Sorry means nothing to me. You can thank Jack for that." I hesitate at the stairs before going down.

I listen to hear any voices besides Sam or JJ's. I think it's clear so I hop down the stairs and enter the kitchen. I approach the fridge and poke my head in and see if I can make a fruit salad, knowing that Sam probably won't have much.

"What are these?" I hear a voice that is way too familiar and it doesn't sound too happy. I choose to ignore it.

"Answer me!" His voice booms.

"Excuse me!?" I turn around and stare at him hard, "I do NOT answer to such a threatening tone. You need watch yourself!"

"What are these?" He shakes the papers at me.