Keegan Brown
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I finished brewing a coffee for Jack and I. I poured the hot coffee in two mugs, the big one for Jack and the even bigger one for me. I handed to him as he smiled and kissed my cheek.
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"Babe, was that Taylor who walked in at Town's coffee a few days ago?" I asked Jack as I took a sip.
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He scrunched his eyebrows together for a moment, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was her. Why?"
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"I don't know, I felt like we should've talked to her. You knew her fiancé Nate before he passed away, so why not?"
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"She's always in Town Coffee, it was her and Nate's favourite place. We'll come across her one day."
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I lightly smiled as I got up to turn on the TV. "Jack, can we go see Johnson and Sammy?"
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"Johnson AND Sammy? You mean the Sammy who got you in jail in the first place?" Jack replied angrily.
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I sighed as I sat back down. "He didn't mean to. Stop holding grudges, Sammy's my friend, and at several points in my life he was there for me when nobody else was. I just feel like you're controlling me and you don't care about my anymore. And right now, talking to him would be much easier than talking to you." I know, I guess I was a little bit rude, but in all honesty it's true.
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"I hate this..." He whispered.
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"Hate what?" I questioned.
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Jack stood up and yelled, "I hate that you don't appreciate me at all, and we always argue and end up ruining our relationship. I understand that I'm not your ideal boyfriend, and you want someone so much fucking better than me, and I hate it! I try so hard, Keegan, I really do, and I've made lot's of mistakes, but I care about you, a lot."
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He was right. It's like every single conversation we have turns into an argument.
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"I'm sorry, Jack. I feel like I take you for granted, and I'm a complete idiot. You're amazing and any girl would be lucky to have you in their life."
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He smiled and sat back down, kissing me. "I forgive you, babygirl, and I'm sorry to."
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We continued talking without arguing for the rest of the night. Well, most of it was sex.
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