Fix You ~Completed~

Act Fourteen

(Sims versions of Kyla and Clem - just pretend Clem is blonde... cause he's blonde... which was a choice made later in the story... so ignore the red...)

"I can't believe the nerve of that bitch."

"Well, you wouldn't have gotten your ass handed to you if you weren't hitting on random girls."

"What? Are you seriously mad about that? You're such a baby."

"Why would you flirt with her so blatantly in front of me? You know how much I love you! She would never love you like I do! She is a selfish witch, Kyla! She'd never go for you or love you or care for you!" I swiped underneath my boyfriend's nose gently with a cloth, watching his skin slowly transform back into its original, peachy color. He winced as I did so. "Did I make you mad? Is that it? Were you trying to hurt me?"

"Not everything is about you, Clem!" he hissed, taking the cloth from my hand and tossing it carelessly to the floor. The blood was going to get all over the tile in the bathroom and he was going to be even angrier. It wasn't even my fault, but I knew he'd find a way to make it so. It was always my fault. "I just have to consider my options, you know?"

"Options?" I echoed. I thought the only option was us? I knew it was the only option for me. Wasn't it that same for him? "W-what about me?"

Kyla shrugged indifferently. "Well, what about you, Clem?"

"I'm your boyfriend?" I stammered. "Aren't I? Or am I only your boyfriend when you feel threatened?"

"Don't fucking go there, Clem!" Kyla growled, getting off the edge of the bathtub and taking me by the shoulders. I squeaked, trying to shove him away. "I'm your everything, Clem! I am all the fuck you have! So don't act like I'm the one who should feel threatened. You'd never leave me. You don't have the fucking balls to leave me! I don't feel the least bit threatened, not with a little twig like you by my side."

I gave a pitiful attempt to smack his arms away, but that simply made him squeeze tighter. "I'm sorry!" I whimpered, grimacing. "I'm sorry! You're right, Kyla. I'm s-"

"You're sorry? Aw, too little, too late, Clem. Where was that apology earlier, huh? When your friends were being total dicks to me, pretending like I didn't exist. What shitty stories have you fed them?"

"None!"

"None? You don't tell them about me? I thought we'd been over this. You said you told them you had a boyfriend." His face was getting closer to mine. I didn't like it. I wanted him further away, not a centimeter closer.

I nodded. "I did! I only t-tell them good things though! I have nothing but good things to tell. You're perfect, Kyla."

"I'm perfect, Clem?"

"To me you are," I promised, allowing him to set his forehead against mine. The simple act of love had me weak in the knees. I stopped fighting him and let Kyla bring me into his chest. "To me, you're all that's right with the world. I love you so freaking much, Kyla. I love you too much. I'm sorry for getting mad about Jesimae, but I-I don't want to lose you. I really can't lose you, Kyla."

"Then you need to do a little more to keep me," he hummed, pulling back and releasing me abruptly. I tumbled, nearly knocking into the minimal counters in our bathroom. Kyla bent down to retrieve the rag and continued wiping the blood from his face. "Tonight was a reminder of that, Clem. I have options. You don't. Not just because you're gay, but because you're hard to be around. You're nearly fucking impossible to be around with your dirty hair and your twiggy body and that dead voice of yours and your constant crying! Jesus, you drive me completely insane, Clem!"

I looked down. Was I really that bad? I mean I realized I was frustrating, but how could I be that awful?

"I'll be better for you, Kyla," I whispered, taking a few hesitant steps towards him. My boyfriend nodded, mumbling that that was good. "How about I go make dinner and then we have, um, private time?"

"You hate 'private time,'" he muttered, putting quotations marks around private time. It bothered Kyla that I didn't refer to it as sex. I didn't like to think about it that way. In my mind, sex wasn't like that.

I shrugged. "I-I wanna keep you. I'll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Okay?"

The smile on his face made my face heat up. "Okay, Clem. Go ahead and make something good for dinner. I'll finish cleaning up and I'll join you."

I was given a single kiss then shoved out of the bathroom. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to fight off a giggle, my head not in sync with the rest of my body. Honestly, I didn't even remember what I was so mad about earlier. How could I be mad when I had the sweetest boyfriend in the world?

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-A.M. & C.I.