Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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     I woke up to the sound of Zane's heavy snores from behind me. I went to roll over but was stopped by one of Zane's arms wrapped tightly around my stomach. I sighed lightly, running my hand gently up and down his forearm until he woke up. He jutted his arm slightly, startled, before relaxing. He wrapped his other arm around me, burying his face into the back of my neck. As he spoke, it felt like light kisses were being placed and I tried not to make him notice how it affected me. "Good morning, sunshine."
     "Sunshine your balls, get the fuck off of me." I joked, pushing away from him.
     I turned around, being face to face with him. He smiled cheerfully, though his eyes were still half closed. He buried his face into the pillow and moaned dramatically. "I don't want to get up."
     "I don't want you in my bed." I rolled my eyes. "So, get up."
     I went to get up, but Zane stopped me. He held the side of my neck, forcing me to look at him, he went to pull me close to kiss me when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. "We can't pull this bullshit again, Zane. I'm serious."
     "I know." Zane groaned, rolling out off bed from his side. I frowned, watching him quickly get himself dressed. I threw on my t-shirt quickly and walked over to him, stopping him as he was getting ready to buckle his jeans to put on his hoodie. "I get it, okay? I get you're still in love with him, Katie... But I think... Nevermind."
     "No, say what you were going to say." I persisted, putting my arms crossed in front of my chest.
     "I think you're being selfish." I went to stay something until Zane put his hand out, stopping me, and continuing to elaborate on his statement. "I think you can't handle the idea about something being out of your control and that's why you're so pissed Heath was able to move on from you. You're scared to be alone and that's why you constantly seek attention from any male willing to give it. I think you don't understand the type of spell you put on guys and how easy it is to fall in love with you, but you're so selfish that a thousand guys' love can't do shit for you because you only think of yourself."
     "That's..." I wanted to deny Zane's words almost as badly as I wanted to punch him in the throat, but I knew I didn't have a leg to stand on in this. "We don't talk about-"
     "Will we ever talk about it, Katie?" Zane narrowed his eyes at me, scoffing. He shook his head angrily as he fumbled to put his jeans on completely as well as his shoes. "I don't care, have it your way. We don't have to tell anybody about this, but you know what? I'm done." I went to say something as he began to run down my stairs, but all I could do was run after him. "Don't ask me for anything and don't-"
     "Don' go." I stood in front of my front door, blocking it so he couldn't go out. I felt my bottom lip quivering as I fought to hold back my tears. "Please, please, please don' go. I know I'm selfish and I know I'm destructive, but I also know that if I don't have you in my life I really will have no one."
     "Everyone else seems to be pretty pleased with you." Zane went to push me out of the way but I held onto the door to stay planted.
     "I don't talk to the others how I talk to you and you know that. You think I could talk to Todd about night terrors?" Zane smiled about me though he tried to hide it. I stepped forward and I felt him put his arms lightly on the sides of my forearms. "Look, all I'm asking is that we actually try to be regular friends again. That's it. Not because of Heath, but because I don't want to do more damage to anyone or anything. I'm trying to... I want to be a better person, with or without Heath. I'm going to leave Brennen and just... I want to get back to doing music and skit on my channel and-"
     "I'm proud of you." Zane cut me off, his words catching me off guard. I didn't hesitate and squeezed my arms around his waist as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, rubbing the back of my head.

*****

     Third Person P.O.V
     Heath and Amber laid in bed being able to spend a rare morning in bed where Amber did not have a class. Heath was rolled with his shirtless back towards Amber who had been staring at the ceiling, fiddling with the collar of one of Heath's old, plain, white t-shirts. Amber's mind raised with a million questions, particularly why did she take so many psychology classes and now was over analyzing every one of Heath's moves. She had noticed he had become less touchy, almost cold towards her, and it began to make her wonder if it was something she had done to him. Gathering up the courage, she turned on her side to face Heath's back. She placed her right arm on his right bicep to brace herself as she began to leave a trail of kisses from mid-back to the back of his neck. Heath began to squirm, rolling over to smile at her with his eyes closed. He peaked out his lips, wanting Amber to bend down as he was still too tired but demanded love. She giggled, gently bowing her head as she leaned her upper body in Heath's chest. She pulled away from him, nuzzling her head into his neck. Heath wrapped his arms around her upper body, gently running his hand up and along the side of her body. "I'm happy you got to stay this morning."
     "I'm happy you got the stick out of your ass and pretended to love me." Heath lifted his head from Amber's hair, looking down at her as she continued to stay in her position. "Don't look at me like that, Heath. You've been an asshole for the last few weeks and I'm sick of it."
     Heath pushed Amber off of him, getting out of bed immediately and to his feet. She followed suit, appalled he would show an ounce of aggression towards her. He began to scream at her, causing her blood to visibly boil. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore you!"
     "Are you sure? Because the only time you seem to want to touch any part of me is when I'm sitting on your face!" Amber's voice seemed to raised several octaves, causing Heath to nearly run away as he watched a demon manifest before his eyes. "I have tried to understand that you don't like PDA, but I don't understand how you could go from wanting to call me baby every other sentence to acting like I'm your sister!"
     "I wouldn't fuck my sister!"
     "You sure about that one, cowboy?" Amber snapped, throwing the remote as that was the first thing she could reach on the nightstand, chucking it at Heath. It clocked him in the jaw, causing Heath to become red faced. He went to shoot a comeback out, while also resisting the urge to throw it back at her twice as hard, but she beat him to the punch. He rubbed his throbbing jaw as she continued to scream. "How about instead if talking with junior over there," She pointed towards the grey boxer-briefs adorning Heath, referring to his undercarriage. "you be a real man and tell me what the fuck changed with you, Heath."
     "Because I'm terrified!" Heath's voice cracked, causing a silence in the room. The distance between them was that of the queen mattress, though it felt like they were across the country as the tension between them grew. "Everytime I look at you, I see my ex. And it's not... It's not the way you think. You guys are two separate people in every sense of the phrase, but I keep thinking of the shit she pulled and I just... Sometimes I forget you aren't her. And that terrified me because that means you're better and I don't deserve better. I deserve... I don't know what I deserve, but it's not you. You're smart, and driven, and just... You're too perfect and I'm pretty sure I'll be homeless in a year."
     "Stop." Amber got on the bed, propped on her knees, and waddled toward Heath. He put his hands on her waist, giving them a light squeeze as she put her hands on the side of his neck,. He knelt down, putting his forehead on her as she spoke. "You deserve the world. I don't care what she did or what she put in your head because we can get past it. If that means it'll take time, then fine. We have all the time we need. But you need to work with me and talk to me and not bundle shit in. I'm going to be  solving crimes for a living, I can spot a liar a mile away."
     Heath smiled widely, sending a rush to Amber's heart. They smiled into their kiss, their bodies slowly melting together. Amber fell back as Heath landed on top of her, instinctively causing her to wrap her legs around him. He began to move down to her neck, speaking in between kisses. "Promise me no matter how much of a scumbag I am you don't give up on me? I love you too much."
     "I don't need to promise that." Amber shook her head, laughing. "I'll prove it."