Jeordie's P.O.V.
I heard Charlie and Brian fighting.
But then she left, she took our bag of cocaine and she left.
I feel sad for her.
When she was leaving I noticed that her face was wet, like she had been crying. I want to know what happened, because someone as pretty as her should never have to cry like that.
Jessicka can not know that I'm concerned for her.
I love Jessicka.
I remind myself.
If Jessi were to know that I was this infatuated with Charlie, she wouldn't be very happy with me.
But I stand up and watch Charlie leave through the window, she has a nice walk.
She's pretty when she's sad.
I'm way too strung out to be standing right now.
I sit back on the couch. Exhaling.
I watch as Brian comes into the living room.
He looks sad, too.
"Who is sober enough to take me to the hospital, my fucking hand won't stop bleeding." He says.
I know he likes Charlie. I can tell. But he is a monster of his own creation and refuses to like her as much as she likes him.
Jessi stands up and grabs the car keys from the basket on the table and shakes the coke dust off of them. I like the way she walks, too. She's very pretty.
She kisses me on the cheek and I smile.
I wonder what Charlie's lips would feel like against mine.
Charlie's P.O.V.
I just sit in the parking lot and snort cocaine off of my hand. I lean back and let the feeling take over me.
I watch as Jessicka and Brian walk out of the apartment. I step out of my car, and I can't decide if I've made a bad decision.
"Are you going to the hospital?" I shout.
Jessicka nods.
"Let me take him, please." I ask.
He walks over to my car and opens the door, taking a seat.
I start my car and look over to him, I smile a bit.
I'm glad he chose me.
"You took our bag of cocaine?" He says through the silence.
I smile.
He laughs.
I laugh, too.
"So what did you do to your hand?" I ask.
He pauses for awhile. Then looks over to me.
"I punched our bathroom mirror."
I giggle. "I bet Jessicka was angry."
"When is she not."
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Shielded.
FanfictionI stand outside on the balcony of our "apartment" letting my mind replay when she walked into the living room with just a towel. Reminding myself how well she fit into my Bowie shirt and maybe I'm a fool for believing that someone like her could eve...