"Bunny? More Like Kangaroo"

Vodka Shots

Aster's POV

Watching in anger as Jack walks out of the apartment, I don't move an inch until he slams the door shut. Growling, I pick up the first thing near me --a pillow-- and throw it across the living room and against the opposite wall.

The two of us had gotten into a heated argument just now, never before had we said such cruel and hurtful words. I don't know how it came up, but I know it was about Jack getting too clingy in the relationship. At first it had been nice, having someone dot over you, making sure you had everything you could possibly want. But then it had started to just get on my nerves when he kept calling and asking where I was. Then he would stop by my place so much that I felt like I couldn't get any peace in my own apartment.

After several minutes of cursing to the empty the room, I finally calm down and sigh. Walking over to the couch, I sit down and start to feel bad for what happened. It wasn't that Jack was getting clingy, in fact he was just being his normal, adorable self. It was myself that I had a problem with. I never really had a long term relationship before, and since everything was progressing so smoothly, I guess I was a bit...afraid.

Groaning to myself, I get up and walk to the kitchen. "I really need a drink right now..."

After going through the fridge for a beer, and being unsuccessful, I turn to my alcohol cabinet and grab a vodka tonic bottle and a shot glass from it. Making my way back to the living room, I sit down and pour myself a shot. Gulping it down in one go, I wince slightly at the kick back. But it was nothing I haven't done before. Downing a couple of more shots, I relax against the couch and sigh. Closing my eyes, I try to loosen up the knots in my back, only to fail once more.

Sighing, I open my mouth without opening my eyes. "Jack, sweetie, could you give me a massage? My back is...."

Opening my eyes, I look around the room to see it empty. 'I guess I just got so used to him being around....'  Starting to feel cold, I sit up and pour myself another shot, this one taking the edge away from the slight pain my chest, but only slightly. Shaking my head, I look around the room and try to think of something to do. Usually I would talk to....Jack....But that's hard to do when I'm all....alone.....

Shaking my head again, trying to make some sense, I reach out and rifle through the coffee table drawers for a spare sketchbook. Finding it at last, I relax against the cold couch and get to work, letting my mind drift away. After a few minutes, I finally realize what I'm drawing. What with the smooth curve of a nose, sparkling eyes, boyish good looks, and a smile that I could tell from anywhere.

My Snowflake.

By now the slight pain in my chest has turned into a full on ache. Wincing, I drop the sketchbook on the couch and find myself thinking about what had happened not one hour ago. 'I yelled at him....I said such hurtful words that...that I know I should never had done....What kind of boyfriend does that?'

Burying my face in my hands, I try to think about what to do while the pounding in my head and heart drives me crazy. 'What do I do? I can't just call him up and apologize over the phone. Then again, I can't go in person because then he'll just reject me at the door and I won't get a word in edgewise if he sees me right away...I wouldn't even want to see myself after what I've done to him...'

Coming to a decision, I lift my head up and reach for my phone in my pocket.

'I need to make this up...'