#6 :: Nothing Else Matters

Chapter 47.

Corey.

As Amber laid on my chest all I could think about is how this should have been Chanel and not Amber.

I tried to move her so I could get up and leave without her waking up but that never happened.

"You leaving?"

"Yeah. Got a lot to do" I told her

"Okay well I can come to yours later?"

"Amber..."

"What? Is that how it is? You come round here all the time but you won't let me come to yours?"

"Look. My mum moved for a reason. She doesn't want anyone to know where we live."

"So I'm just anyone?"

"What are you doing? You know we are cool. Stop acting up."

"Cool? What the fuck is cool?"

"Argh. I'm out man. Hate when you start tripping."

"Tripping? How the hell am I tripping? You stay in my house, I cook for you, we smoke, we fuck and my mum looks to you as her son she never had! So why the hell would I not take offence?"

"Amber.. Have I told you you're my girl?"

"No."

"Have I told you I have feelings for you?"

"No."

"When we fuck do I not wear a jimmy every time?"

"Yes."

"Right. So stop acting as if this is more than what it is. If you got a problem with this then let me know and we can stop kicking it."

"No..." She moaned as she crawled over to me pulling at my jogging bottoms.

I stopped her.

"I bet if I was that bitch Chanel you wouldn't be stopping me."

"1. Mind your mouth. Don't call her no bitch 2. Yeah you're most probably right. I wouldn't have stopped her." I smirked.

She loves to say these things but can't handle the truth.

"You know what... Get the fuck out!" She said.

I started laughing.

"That's what I was trying to do. See ya later Amber. I'll holla."

"Whatever." She said.

As I stepped outside of her house I looked at the area I used to call home. Kites.

This place held so much memories. Both good and bad. Speaking of good... I noticed Chanel sitting outside her house.

"Yo yo Nelly." I said walking up to her.

"Hey C." She said.

"What you doing sitting out here?"

"What you doing here?"

I laughed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... Well... Sort of."

"What's up?"

"Oh nothing... You know. Same old same old. Birth mum dying of cancer. What about you?"

"Woah... Wait. Jackie?"

"Yup."

I knew all about Chanel and her mum. I was the shoulder Chanel would cry on when she didn't understand how her mother couldn't love her. I was also the person there when Chanel would smash, punch and kick things and say it's her mums face. So I know right now she must be torn in between the two.