Its Complicated (Merome Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Quentins POV

Me and Tyler stood in our mess of an apartment, trying to figure out what to do next.

It was quiet, except for the noise outside the street. Eventually, I looked over at Tyler who looked over at me and we nodded.

Then we sat down on the couch.

Then we didn't do anything. Just sat there.

Waiting.

For what?

And then after a moment, Tyler said, "Am I the only one craving popcorn?"

"No, popcorn sounds good."

"Yeah popcorn sounds really good, I think-"

"-maybe we should go get popcorn-"

"-good idea-"

"-popcorn, yeah-"

"-yeah good idea."

And we got up and ran off to find the popcorn.

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(This is dumb but it's great :D)

CHANGE OF POVS

Mitch's POV

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"Are you excited?"

I took my sword and brought it down, stabbing the dummy, then pulled it out to shield my face, deflecting the arrows that came out from nowhere. I ran over to the next bush and spun around to stab my sword into another dummy, then pulled out sighing. I walked over to the entrance of the game-training arena and pushed the button that stopped the simulation.

"I don't know. Why are you here again?"

Ashley smiled and swung her feet back and forth from the railing she sat on.

"I've only heard legends about you. And seen you. And watched you. But above all, I like you."

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"I mean, as a whole. Your fighting skill and your competitiveness..." She sighed dreamily. "What else could a girl look for?"

I shook my head and put my sword down, opting to grab a bow and arrow and headed over to the shooting range.

I was training. Last night was crazy and a lot of it still remains fuzzy in my mind. But Preston came to Mat's shop last night.

And he tried to attack me. And I almost let him.

I couldn't face anyone anymore. I feel weak. And that's why I have to keep training. To ensure that I have control because of so many things I can't bring myself to say...

The arrow I shot hit the target, a bullseye on the first shot.

If I'm being honest, I want to tell someone. Someone that I can trust, but the only person who I ever really really really trusted was Jerome...and any chance of trust between "us" is long gone.

I dropped the bow and arrow and grabbed my sword again. I can't back into what I want. My hands gripped the sword tighter, and became more strained and paler. I have to get control. I could see Ashley look at me worriedly from the side, but I pushed her away. I can't lose myself ever again.

"Mitch, are you alright?" Ashely asked a bit more timidly than before.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.

Control.

"I'm fine." I said through gritted teeth. Then I slammed the start button and started running towards the nearest target.