How to Make Friends... With Benefits

Chapter Four; My Jackass not Yours

JOSHUA

So if you wanted this to be all fluffy and mushy, these next few chapters may not be for you, it gets really violent, graphic, and depressing from here on out. You have been warned.

Arthur is adorable. I figured that much out as soon as I sat down next to him. He's so adorable when he's flustered. His cheeks heat up and his ears get red and his green eyes glow in astonishment. It's so beautiful to watch, he's intoxicating.

When I started talking to him I made a promise to annoy the crap outta him while was I still okay and not in a mental hospital. When I'm with him, every single one of my damn problems melts away and now I finally, finally got him in my grasp.

He's mine.

What do you do with a boyfriend, you may ask. Well, I'm here to tell you that you are asking the wrong person. I don't even know how to take care of myself rather than another human. Sarah had asked me what was wrong with me because I was smiling. I never smile.

I had come home to my mom's apartment smiling, practically dancing my way through the streets. I opened the door to the apartment and Sarah was on the couch eating popcorn while watching American Horror Story reruns. I smiled at her and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Ramen seemed like the perfect food for the occasion so I got a pot and turned on the stove.

Sarah wandered into the kitchen as a blood curling scream came from the tv, "What's wrong with you? You're happy."

I chuckled, "You say that like it's a bad thing, I'll inform you that I feel much better than I did yesterday at the doctors."

She smiled, "Your depression isn't so depressing? So the doctors' trip yesterday was pointless?" I shrugged and poured water into the pot as the phone stared to ring.

"I'll get that, shall I?" Sarah walked into the entryway where the closest phone was.

The door closed and I sighed. It was perfect; everything was until I heard the phone drop and Sarah practically burst into tears. I rushed out of the kitchen and saw Sarah hugging herself tightly. Her tears were streaming down her face and messing up her mascara.

"Joshua, your mother..." she stopped midsentence and cried frantically, "She only has a week left. There's nothing we can do." She stood up and tried to grab me. I wouldn't let her. My head spun and I wasn't seeing straight.

no.

No.

NO.

She had three months, not a fucking week. What happened? My mind was swimming in a million thoughts and my legs felt funny like I was walking in marmalade. My vision cut off and I collapsed onto the floor. No.

ARTHUR

As soon as I went home I was in a trance. My homework was a blur and my thoughts were all conjoined on the kiss.

The kiss; the kiss that seemed to last forever and last for only a second, time is weird. I slammed my head against my desk and groaned, I couldn't think straight, it was all too perfect, I couldn't even text Wren without my hands shaking and bursting into a fit of laughter.

My little sister, who usually doesn't care about what I do gave me a funny look before shrugging it off and running into her room. My mother on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen, probably smooching off of some drunk for small cash. My dad didn't care anymore, it got him money so it didn't matter where he got it. Hell, I could start selling drugs and he wouldn't care as long as I gave him the money.

It was getting late and all my thoughts were converged on Joshua, still.

Damn him and his homo ways. I just want to eat him. He's mine, and more to the point I'm his. YASS. No one can touch him and now, no one can touch me, ha, and finally someone cares about my well-being.

I am free.

I feel that if anything were to happen in this little corner of light that has opened in my world I would die of utter horror, I finally feel like I can live in this world and not be expected of anything. My dying wish as of now would for me to be happy with Joshua now and forever.

Oh where did I go wrong?