A Crazy Thing Called Love (Phan/KickTheStickz)

Chapter 1 Pt 3

:: Chris' Intro::

Fucking prick. Twat, bastard, Bitch, motherfucker, cow, son of a bitch.

All words that describe him.

But there are more words that describe, him,

words that I am not proud of.

Such as,

Cute, adorable, hot, sexy, fine,

seductive.

Why is it, that the most bitchy people, are the cutest? He's fucking horrible to me... and yet I still have to pretend to be friends with him, on camera and in public. Hence, we seem to act too friendly. This began to make people believe that me and him are fucking dating. I mean he is fit as, but his personality, it's like the devil inside an angel's body.

Ok, maybe that's an over reaction, but oh well.

But he isn't horrible to Dan and Phil, oh no. Just me. Dan and Phil know about his behaviour towards me, and they tried to stop it, but it didn't affect him at all.

He hates me, and the worst part is, that i don't know why. He just hates me!? Is that it? No reason, just does?

Unfair.

Like, what the fuck, did I ever do to him?!

Oh, I'm Chris, by the way. And the asshole, I am talking about, is called PJ.

Him and his girlfriend, always talking shit about me. Oh, did I mention, that PJ is my roommate? No? Well, I just did.

He always brings his pissy brat, aka his girlfriend, home and fucks her in his bedroom, which, may I point out, is right next to mine. So I constantly hear moaning and shit, and they make it loud, just to fucking piss me off.

I mean, if I didn't know any better, I would say that PJ didn't give two fucks about her, That he just wanted to get her to scream with pleasure, just to annoy me.

I don't even know her name. I don't think PJ does either, to be honest. Just some slut off the streets.

I had enough of it one day, and went to Dan and Phil's apartment, because Phil was apparently out with Carrie, his girlfriend, and I assumed that Dan was lonely. I am so glad that I went over then, because, since I have spare keys to their place, I just walked in, and Dan wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I called him, I heard his phone ringing in the bathroom, so I ran in, only to find Dan with a razor to his wrecked and bloody wrist, sitting on the toilet (seat down) , crying. He convinced me not to tell anyone of this, but I persuaded him to get help, so I sent him to a psychiatrist, and Dan stopped his addiction. Not once did I ask him why he was doing it. But he opened up to me, telling me that he was in love with Phil. Like, proper in love.

His psychiatrist died afterwards, but after he told me that I pretty much, probably saved Dan's life.

Anyway, talking about love, I have never really been in love with anyone... but now I have this... crush? Something like that, and it's a boy. Yes, let the fucking homophobes come at me, but the thing is, as I have said before,

I hate my crush.

Yes my crush is fucking PJ, okay? I don't give a crap what you say about that.

I love him, but I hate him.

I adore him, but I despise hiim.

I want him, but I want him out of my life.

I need him, but I need him to stop being so horrid.

I hate myself for loving him, and I hate him for making me love him.