Chasing Blue

-TWENTY FOUR-

-JJ-

The coffee sat in front of him, steam rising. This is exactly when he needed on a cold day. JJ ripped open a sugar packet with his teeth before pouring it in his drink and watching it slowly sink away.

"How can you drink that stuff, it's awful." Kyle commented, with a face of both disgust and curiosity.

"I like it, Kyle, that's why," JJ rolled his eyes, he hadn't got time for this nonsense. The only reason he was here is because Sarah had forced him against his will to take Kyle out for a drink. He could very well be at home waiting for his date with Blue but instead he's sat in a coffee shop wearing a posh shirt and tie. Kyle sent JJ a murderous look.

"Why don't you fuck off back home if you're going to be an asshole." Kyle spat.

He laughed. "Can't do that, you aren't allowed to be out by yourself at night." Taunting his little brother about his lack of freedom was a great pass time.

"Wow, I almost laughed," Kyle retorted sarcastically. JJ smirked, more than aware that he had made Kyle reach his boiling point of infuriation. It was like a remedy for his own fuming rage. Without saying anything else Kyle turned his head and looked out the window, bringing his can of Dr.Pepper to his lips.

"Go get me a caramel slice," Kyle said, still not looking at JJ.

He snorted. "Do I look like your slave?" JJ asked, eyes furrowed and wild, slightly irked that he'd been demanded to do something by a kid. Kyle didn't answer.

"Fine." JJ walked up to the counter, money in his hand, and asked for one caramel slice. As he waited the bell above the door rang and in strutted Claire with Damien. JJ bowed his head. Damien Archer was a nasty piece of work as far as JJ was concerned. Luckily he didn't go to his school but they'd ran in to each other at Claire's parties and such.

"That's three fifty two please," the man behind the counter said, placing the caramel slice down. JJ handed him exact change and grabbed the dessert, but he was stopped before he could make a run for it. He felt a dainty hand on his shoulder, he knew that hand.

"JJ, hi," he turned around and looked down at Claire wearing a forged smile like badge. He felt like vomiting.

"Why are you talking to me?" He asked with a slight sharpness to his voice, suddenly feeling rather clammy in an atmosphere that was fine a couple minuets prior. 

Claire ran her hand down his arm and sighed. "I was rude to you and I regret it," JJ was taken back, having not expected such a sudden turnaround from someone who seemed so stubborn, he nearly smiled. "I mean, everyone goes through phrases, I know you and I know you've had some hardships in your life, that's the only reason you're brain is all messed up." She said with false politeness, dismissing his biological basis for something momentary was even worse than being called a faggot. Never mind then. He moved his arm away harshly as he took a step back. He had no reason to be polite to her any longer.

"That's not helpful, really, I don't want to talk to you right now," he said as he took a step back.

Claire looked away, her face monotone. Damien coughed, "fuck off then!" he yelled, catching the attention of the elderly couple sat bewildered at the table next to them.
JJ ignored the profanities and sat down with his brother.

"What was that?" Kyle asked aghast, as JJ placed the plate with the caramel slice down on the table.

JJ shook his head, "just Claire and some asshole guy," he said, trying to disregard the situation. Kyle nodded and began digging into his delicacy.
JJ felt a vibration in his back pocket, he quickly pulled out his phone to check his text from Blue. "Shit! Shit! Okay, I'm late," he panicked, jumping up out of his seat, unknowingly attracting even more attention than before. Blue was already waiting for him at the park near his house.