Misfit Love

Schizophrenia.

"Do you like this couch, Rox?" Xander asked pointing to a black couch. I walked around, inspecting it. The couch was a good size. Big enough for me and him, maybe another couple.

We've already picked out everything except our bed. I saw an older looking bed, with metal bars on the headboard and smiled to myself.

"We could have fun with that." Xander said wrapping his arms around my waist, making me.jump. "Yeah, we could." I whispered as he kissed my neck.

"Um, we'll take this one." Xander said to the store clerk.

We were finally done furniture shopping. Thank God.

"Now, we have to go paint shopping." I said enthusiastically. Xander groaned. "Babe, you're killing me."

I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke it his face.

"But you love me anyway." He smiled.

"Alright, our room can be purple and black. Okay? Shopping is done."

I laughed hysterically. "It's not that simple, silly."

He grabbed the cigarette and took a long drag off of it. "God, this is so complicated." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "It's part of growing up. Decisions, decisions." he playfully punched my arm. "It didn't take long to figure out I wanted to be with you until I die."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"You're beautiful when you blush." he said pinching my cheeks. I shot a glare at him, then smiled.

"Let's just go pick out the right colors so we can go back to the house. The furniture won't be there until Monday." He opened my car door and closed it behind me. I watched him as he walked to the drivers side. Our life was finally coming together, perfectly.

As were were going down the road, he squeezed my hand and asked me, "Rox, why don't you ever sing anymore?" I shrugged. "I dunno, I wasn't any good." He jerked his head to look at me. "Are you kidding me? You've won every single talent show you've ever been in. You're voice is beautiful!" I rolled my eyes. "Dixie was always better than me. Even as kids. Our family worshipped her, not me. I never minded." He sighed. "You gotta stop doing that, babe. There is nobody else in this universe better than you. You're perfect in your own way. Just because they 'worshipped' her, doesn't mean she was better. You have the most outstanding voice I've ever heard."

I stared at him. I enjoyed singing, but I never wanted to make my entire life about it. I did it for the fun of it. But when my family pushed me to do it, I pushed back, and they didn't appreciate it. That's when they started pushing Dix. Thinking it would make me jealous, they shoved it in my face that she could sing as well. But she would never do it publicly. I didn't understand it, but oh well.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anymore." He stopped the car so he could look directly at me.

"It does matter. You should sing all you want. Anybody would be lucky to hear you."

"whatever, babe. Let's just go home, I have some work you can do to bring up your grades."

"I haven't been paying attention..." he mumbled, thinking I wouldn't hear.

"I noticed. You can't do that this late in the year. Graduation is next month, sweetie. I want you to be by my side." he smiled and nodded.

"I will be, I promise."

"I hate prob and stat." he mumbled rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah, so do I. We still have Economics and Psychology to do. So let's stop whining and do it."