[COMPLETED]"TJ?" A voice I haven't heard in years stop me in my tracks.
Tiffany Johnson, younger sister of Jack Johnson, just graduated from a boarding school in England, moves to LA with her best friend. After going to a club, and having a drunk ho...
I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter then made my way to sit down on the couch in the living room.
I plopped down on the couch next to a smoking Nate while Johnson and Sammy played FIFA.
"Sup bro," Johnson greeted me with a side glance. He took a second glance then paused the game.
"What the fuck, Johnson!" Sammy exclaimed.
Johnson didn't respond to Sammy he just furrowed his eyebrows at me in confusion. "Where's my sister?" Johnson questioned bringing Sammy and Nate's curious eyes on to me now.
"She said she's done." I said softly, finally realizing how serious she was.
"What you mean, bro?" Nate asked confused.
"She's knows." I said and looked at Johnson.
"Where is she?" Johnson asked again after a moment.
I put my head to the back of the couch with my arm over my eyes. "I don't know," I sighed.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Sam asked. "It's not like she can run away on her crutches. So where is she?"
"I don't know." I snapped at him lifting my head up to look at him. "She said she'd rather by sometime to get her stuff."
"She's moving out?" Johnson asked.
"She was already moved out, remember?" Nate said. "Before the accident she was staying with Nash and Hayes, but when Johnson set up the room down stairs for her he quickly moved anything that was over there back."
I said nothing and put my fingers on my forehead and my elbows on my knees shaking my head.
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"What else did she say?" Johnson said.
I sighed. "Everything she did last time." I answered. "But it wasn't us yelling at each other this time. The way she was saying everything was," I paused for a moment to find the word but I couldn't. "I've never seen her so serious about something, she was hurt, is hurt."
"You just now saw she is hurting?" Nate laughed.
"What is your problem?" I looked at him.
"You." He deadpanned. "Every time you fuck up with Tiff, you think she'll be crawling back the next day. And every time you fuck up you give some form of your 'I fucked up big time, this time', news flash G; every time you have fucked up big time. She should of been done with your ass the second time you fucked up but no, she kept trust in you and tried again and you fucked up, again. When are you gonna get it through your head that your hurting her?" He asked. "Tiffany is Johnson's sister, your best friend's sister; not some girl you can fuck over every week."
--------- I finished my Sammy Wilk story, Interview and the Sequel is up so check them out
I don't know how I want this story to end still.....ugh
