No More No More

I Can't Quit You Baby

I fell asleep against Joe's shoulder, but woke up alone on the couch-bed.  That's weird, when did the bed get pulled out?  And where's Joe?

        As if on cue, the door opens and two people stumble through.  "Shh!" one of them hisses while giggling.

        I prop myself up on one elbow.  Never mind.  It wasn't on cue.  Joe is not one of the two people.  Steven is the second one, the redheaded girl was the first.  Both of them look like they barely slept a wink, especially when the girl nearly sits on top of me.  Steven catches her before he falls, causing her to throw her arms around his neck again.  I bury my face in my pillow before I get to watch them kiss, because I don't think I can handle seeing that right now.  No, not without Joe I can't.

        I hear more footsteps, coming from the opposite direction Steven and the chick came.  The footsteps freeze and so do Steven and the girl.  The tension in the room is like a giant weight on my back.  "What the fuck are you doing?" Joe hisses angrily.

      Neither of them answer.  "Go somewhere else, maybe?" Joe says, not really making it a question.

        "Why?" the girl asks slowly.  God, she sounds like a slut.

        "Because there are people trying to sleep!" Joe snaps in a whisper.

        "Oh," the girl mutters.  "We were just leaving, right Stevie baby?"

        "Uh, we just got here," Steven says uncertainly.

        I hear them kiss.  "Are you sure you want to stay Stevie baby?" she croons.  "You don't want to go somewhere else?"

        "Oh, yeah. Sure," Steven mutters between kisses.  I chew my lip, still buried in the pillow.  Just fuckin' leave already then!

        I don't sit up when they leave... I keep my face buried in the pillow.  Even when Joe tried to get me to sit up I don't.  I know my eyes are red and there's two little tear spots on the pillow because my tear ducts refused to listen to my command not to release them.

        "Annie, they're gone, you know," Joe tried again.  I finally listened, deciding I was being a bit ridiculous, and peeked at him through my hair.  Joe tucked the hair behind my ear and attempted a smile.  I tried to return it.  "He's no good anyway."  I sniffle, staring at his perfect form.

        I look at him, wanting oh-so badly to just tell him everything.  But I can't.  I can't bring myself to do it.  I merely sit there stupidly, lips slightly parted, staring into his gorgeous eyes.  He smirks at my look.  "Can we do something today?" he asks me.  "I feel like I need to do something.  Really.  Something..."

        He continues on in a rush.  Hmmm... How much has been up his nose this morning?  His legs are shaking on the couch at a mile a minute.  I smile.  "Like what?"  Admittedly, I'm intrigued.

        Joe shrugs.  "I dunno, something.  Let's do something!"

        Brad joins us, trudging in and plopping on the chair.  He wiggles a little baggie, more than half empty, of white powder in front of his face, looking at Joe.  "Well, that explains a lot," he says lamely.

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"Are you and Elyssa still a thing?" I ask, trying not to sound too interested, just like I'm trying to make small-talk.

        Joe chuckles, seeing right through my attempt at nonchalance.  We were making our way slowly down the street, not really sure where we were going, my hand dangled limply at my side, wishing for him to grab it.  I looked at him.  The corners of his eyes were crinkled up in a smile.  I don't want to seem like I'm pressing the matter further; I don't want to seem like I care too much, but give me a fuckin' answer already!  Joe glances down at me.  I quickly look away.  He laughs at me again.  "Not really," he says vaguely.  I try not to growl at him.  Not really?!  "Why?"