Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 20

"She just wanted to be my Bestfriend and I messed up her up."

    The thing about Justin was, he simply wanted to be loved. He wouldn't confess that to a single soul. He wanted to appear harder than he truly was at all times, no matter the cost but ultimately he was soft. Too soft at that and it pissed him off. You'd fail to realize though with the way he'd treat any individual. He couldn't give anyone any time of day, not because he didn't want to but because everyone simply appeared "ungrateful" to his human eyes. Santiago knew he had missed out though. He had someone who genuinely cared for him. Someone who would set aside their own trails and tribulations just to make sure he was stable and experienced happiness. That's where his selfishness came in, that's the only thing one could call it. He was selfish. He had his own problems and once he had his dose of helpfulness, it was over because he needed to take what you said and put it to the test. He would strip you of your pureness and deal with the problem on his own and there was nothing you could do about it. Essentially he knew he was wrong but after it was all said and done, he wouldn't bring it up.

  My mate was emotional, just like his old girl, but he had his issues outside of their former relationship. Those issues ate at him and turned him into someone else; someone who almost became foreign to me. He began to ignore any type of intentional love. If it wasn't a family bond or a lust ordeal, you were no longer important to him. If you were still important to him, to important where he thought you could possibly hurt him, you were out of the picture. How he drained all of the emotion from his eyes was beyond me. The consant flicker from his honey brown orbs to his black ones was horrific at first but eventually, it was all the same. He was hurt, deep down, somewhere where the old kid I knew lived.

  Essentially, the two had issues of their own, like most individual's do. However, the clashing of both of their trials and tribulations was a draining cycle that was everlasting. There was no end to it, the longer is dragged out. Similar to how a beginning was unrecognizable. The cycle was frequent. The tide rolled in often, more than it should've and it was horrific; ongoing and deadly. It rolled onto the shore and violated it, until it was satisfied and deprived the shore of who it truly was. With that, love, or whatever one would possibly call such a deadly emotion, faded. It wasn't his fault nor was it hers. It just wasn't their time. Might as well have been his, though.

   Swan rubbed his slim, fattening body against my leg. His coat brought me warmth while he cooed. Switching my eyes away from the rain that knocked against my kitchen window I listened to the front door being fiddled with until it unlocked.

"Justin?" I called, peeking my head out of the kitchen.

"Yeah," He coughed, closing the door behind him and locking it. "It's me."

I furrowed my eyebrows. That was one of the driest responses he's ever given me.

"Are you okay?" I questioned, scooping Swan up in a swift motion, receiving a soft meow from him and heading towards the foyer.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He stated dryly, kicking off his wet boots. Seeing his denim jacket and the hoodie beneath soaked made me shiver. I only had on a pair of compression shorts on along with a knit cami that essentially left me exposed.

"You're soaked. Let me make you some coffee." I offered, setting down Swan. He freely began to wonder back into the kitchen before glancing at Justin and continuing on.

'That's not necessary; I'm fine."

"Dude, you'll get sick and as your best friend, I'd like to prevent that." I stated.

"As my best friend, I'd like you to simply let me be." He stated, walking past me. I furrowed my eyebrows before following him.

He smelt like New York. Raw and overly scented with scents other than his own. To top that off, he smelt like smoke. Huffing I watched him walk into the living room and plop down onto the sofa. My eyes widened slightly.

"I need you to get up." I stated sternly.

"Look, Santiago; I just want to sit here and close my eyes, alright?"

"I want my sofa to still look new by the time I move out of this place so I need you to get up."

"No." He shrugged, his wet hair sticking onto his forehead. He was snuggled into the sofa with his hands clasped together in front of his crotch.

"At least change." I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest as I moved closer to him.

"You want me to change my clothes?"

"I mean, I basically just stated that." I shrugged. He smirked slightly before opening his dull eyes. Rising from the sofa he began to shrug off each piece of clothing and throw it at me, causing me to gasp. He removed his hood and then slipped it off, soon his shirt was laying on top of my feet. Then he began to unbuckle his belt-which had no purpose considering the fact that he always allowed his pants to sag in order for his Klein's to show. I instantly turned my head before sucking my teeth.

Belt. Pants. Socks.

He almost started to throw his jewelry at me until I claimed that was enough.

"You're being completely immature." I spat, picking up his wet clothes and shoving them into his chest. He looked down at me, no emotion written on his face as he pushed past me and stalked down the hallway before going up stairs.

"She just wanted to be my best friend- that's how this all started and I messed her up." He yelled, his voice hoarse. Soon after all I heard was a soft sniffle and then a door small shut, causing Swan to jump slightly.

Author's notes:

     I've been writing a ton from the end of October, to now: November 7th, 2016. It's honestly crazy and I'm so proud that I've been able to push myself. I've been nothing, but happy. I've gotten so much of As Long As You Love Me done and I've even introduced a new story: The Last Standing McCann. With that being said however, I need to shift my focus to my school work and put in as much effort as I can. Midterms are coming up soon along with a new semester and it's causing me to stress out. During Thanksgiving Break I will try to write as much as I can and spread out the updates-hopefully that works.

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