Not An Argument

Gone

Blaze POV

A manicured hand snatched the plate away "Hey!  We were eating those. You can't just take growing men's food away "
    Jordan was pouting at his mother, Melinda, she just rolled her eyes
       "First off, I know you you were eating them, but do YOU really want to explain to your sister why all her food is gone " she waited as Jordan's face changed to one of fear, you didn't mess with Spencers food unless you wanted to die.                                          "Exactly, I don't want to have to dig your grave either so the next time you think about touching her food, you dig that hole first, then pick out a nice casket. And second off, just because you two have the ability to get people pregnant now does not mean you are men."
      Jordan looked mortified "your a bad mother. I'm calling social services on you. " Melinda just laughed and gave us a different plate of food.
    As if on que my phone went off with text from Spencer.

Baby girl: They're done
Me: Thank you babe. Shouldn't they have been done a while ago tho?
Baby girl: Fine I'll just unfold all ur shit then bye nigga.
Me: Wait babe. I'm sorry I don't know what I did wrong. Why r u so pissed at me? 😒😒
Baby girl: Don't fucking call me babe. Your such a man whore. I hate you lose my number✌
 

And then all my new clean clothes came tumbling down the stairs.
   Jordan jumped "what the hell man? " he was looking at my cloths like they would tell him. Idiot.
   "Bro your sister is pissed at me again " he laughed. This was beginning to be an everyday thing. I'd say something to her and she'd flip her shit.
     "What for this time? "
    "Bro I don't know. I never know. Its like she's fine, then she's pissed, then I have to do a lifetime worth of making up with her in ten minutes and she's fine again. But it repeats the next day. What and I doing wrong?"
       Melinda was looking at us like we were crazy " you kids are online 95% of the time. Maybe that's a good start. Or maybe she's just a hormonal female who feels like you don't give her enough attention. " she was still staring at us.
      I took out my phone and went on Spencers instagram.
She had just posted a quote
" Odd how the one person in the world that's supposed to make you feel like gold, trashes your day and doesn't care enough to notice how it kills you "
  I went down the list of people liking and commenting and it was all the popular kids from our school who knew us but mostly girls I'd slept with. They were all sending peeking monkeys to each other and sending "there love " to Spencer.
    After that I went to the photos of her and the most recent were around the Times she would get mad at me. They were the popular girls tagging her in videos if me hooking up with girls at party's, of me making fun of her. I was joking obviously but a she was too insecure to tell.
     "So I was right you found your answer didn't you " Melinda was looking at me smugly.
   I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have like, I don't know, a job to get to "
    She did the same face back at me. "Don't YOU have a, I don't know, house to get to. "
     "Ok fine were even, but this isn't over. Not yet. And by the way I'm sorry about this."
   I didn't wait for any of them to respond as I ran up to the second floor and bust into Spencer's room.
    "Look Spencer, I saw that video. It doesn't mean anything I was just having fun. I'm sorry if it both-" I stopped completely. Spencer was crying, her wrist covered in blood, a lot of blood. And her notebook was I own in front of her. It was the notebook she had lost a few days ago. The biggest bitch in school Hailey Summers had be so nice giving it back to her at lunch today. Apparently not. Every page in the book was filled with insults from different people.
  "Stupid" worthless " "man stealer " slut. " he doesn't love you " "pathetic"  it was terrible. She was crying   "I was trying so hard. I don't know what I did wrong, Why do they hate me. Her eye a kept opening and closing. "
     "No, no baby. Stay with me please. Jordan. Someone help." I didn't know what to do with myself. My best friend was dying,  she tried to kill herself. I heard Jordan running up the stairs, I was crying now too. And Spence had stopped talking, moving, almost breathing. She could do this, she could die like this. She couldn't leavened like this, there was still so much she hadn't seen. 
   I could hear the sirens and I think Jordan was talking, but then I heard it. Her little voice, like when she was ten and Jordan pushed her off the swing. She was so scared and hurt, I heard her call my name all the way from across the park even though she was whispering and sobbing. I could hear her now scared ans alone, I pressed my lips to hers. I still had so much to teach her, about her self ad out the world, about everything.

Spencer POV

     People around me were screaming, I could hear mom on the phone with dad crying. I didn't care anymore, not about anything. But just so you know, old people are lying shit heads. You don't see a bright light or God or anything before you die. Then again I never understand how they tell us what you see when you die if they are still alive. Or am I the only one that finds that odd? Just me?  Ok, what ever anyway. Its just empty. But even as I was dying I could still feel it, his lips on mine.
    I'd imagined so many times what it would feel like, it was odd I was too cold, he was too hot. I thought I might explode if something didn't happen, then he lifted his lips and he let me go. He would always let me go, so I let go myself.
      I could see it, like when it's snowing out and your breath comes out in puffs. My last breath was a puff, I wonder if anyone else cared enough to see it, be watching for it, for something, anything. But that's not likely.