A love story
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WARNING: contains strong language, violence, sexuality, emotional trauma, drug use, and other content suited for mature audiences. Don't read if you're a pansy.
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SAME YEAR, SAME PLACE TOLD THROUGH THE EYES OF A HEROIN ADDICT NAMED JUDE
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I stood beside my mother, the kitchen fogging up with the steam of the meal we were preparing. She hummed some tune and stirred the soup that was bubbling in the large pot. I shook my hair out of my eyes and continued gathering the supplies needed, allowing myself a small smile at her evident joy.
She glanced at me through her thick set of lashes, giggling. "Do you think Jasper's bringing over a girlfriend?"
"Doubt it." I rebuffed, collecting five forks out of the drawer.
Mom lightly hit my arm, her eyes soft and playful. "No teasing your brother when this girl comes over, got that?"
"Aye aye, captain." I saluted her and brought out the plates and silverware to the dining room, placing them on the table. Curiosity filtered in and out of my brain concerning the mysterious girl my brother so suddenly declared would be attending dinner. Maybe it actually was a girlfriend?
I laughed quietly to myself, shaking my head. Doubt it.
And as if on cue, Jasper waltzed through the doorframe into the dining room, his Pink Floyd T-shirt tucked into his dark brown jeans. He sported his prescription glasses and wore a cocky smile as he approached me. "Why do you look so pleased with yourself?" He pondered aloud, leaning his hand on the table.
"No reason." I shrugged and rotated to continue assisting mother with dinner. I could hear his low puff of disapproval as I spun around, which was ultimately my goal.
"Could you stir this for me while I run down to the basement to grab a pitcher?" Mom asked hurriedly, brushing the palms of her hands against her apron.
"Why do you need a pitcher?"
"To put ice water in."
"Why is it in the basement?"
"Just stir the damn soup, would ya'?" She sighed exasperated, but still the hint of amusement danced within her tone.
I chuckled and resumed circling the bubbling liquid with the long wooden spoon as mom exited the kitchen. Her haste was unusual, she never reacted this way before when we were expecting guests. I suppose the looming possibility of Jasper getting a girlfriend made her nervous or excited or something along those lines.
I laced my fingers through my hair, pushing my bangs off my forehead. Small beads of sweat appeared on my skin from the steam wafting from the pot.
"Oh man, I think she's here." I heard Jasper whisper from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to find him peering intently out the window, forming small clouds of fog on the glass from his breathing.
