I Choose You

Chapter Forty - Break Ups

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"No. Turn." John said, pointing towards the wall. Danni spun around, her back now towards me. "Perfect." he muttered, thrn got up, pulling his camera lense to his eye. Danni rolled her eyes, cupping her face with one hand, her fake nails resting gently against her face. She opened her mouth just slightly and pushed her chest out, staring at the camera.

John, I've learned, was into photography. He took classes, and was attempting to work on his level three portfolio: people. Of course, his real job got in the way of this, so we were now the main focus of his work. As easy as it may seem - posing for an amateur photograhper - it wasn't. John was a total pain in the ass.

The flash from the camera filled the room as John took the picture, a shutter sound hitting our ears. Danni got out of her pose, pullig the shaul off her shoulds and shaking herself out. "Why did I agree to this, again?" she asked no one in particular.

"You love me, that's why."

"Not so much right now." I watched the two talk back and forth as Danni streched out her back. It must be cramped: she was pushing her breasts out for the past half hour trying to get that picture just right which was extremely hard to do on John's watch.

My phone beeped as a message showed up on the screen. I watched John and Danni talked, hands flying through the hair as i blindly groped the makeshift couch for my phone. I turned the screen on and saw a message from Jessie. I slide the alert and unlocked my phone, our messages popping up on the screen.

Alex...you do know that i love you vewry much. Not only as a friend but as a brother. I look out for you, and you do that for me, too. The thing is, well, i just can't anymore. Really, I'm sorry. The thing is, with all this stuff and the fact you have sosososo much on your mind right now, i just. . .I'm not going to give you the BS of "its not you, its me," because, well, its bullshit. In the end, its really both of us. In case you dont know what i mean, this whole dating thing between us isnt working out. I dont feel a need to explain myself any further, and I'm sorry again. Maybe we can be friends. Maybe. Okay? Bye, Alex.

I dropped my phone on my lap, rubbing my eyes. I couldn't be reading what I thought I was reading. I blinked, thn read the message again. And again. And again. It was all the same: none of it had changed each time I read it. Only my feeling changed - I was sad, then sadder, then angry, then angrier. I picked up my phone again as a shutter eachoed in my ears, a light flashing away.

Okay, Jessica, okay. It's fine. I don't expect you to stay anyway through this hard time that /isn't even my fault/ when I could really need someone. Not like you love me or anything, Jessica. We can'ty be friends, it just doesn't work like that. It is me, I know it is. And the fact that you can't deal with the burden I have. I see. I get it. Maybe it woudl work out, but you won't wait and see. that's fine. not like I want someone in my life who doesn't want to be there. I'm not mad, and you don't need to explain yourself, nor do I. Have a great freaking life, Jessica. Bye-bye.

I sighed and got up, walking into our kitchen area. I took a cup off the counter and filled it with theb juice John had bought at a store a half hour away. We were running out. I took an angry and sip, my breathing heavy when i came back up from the drink. I slammed the cup on the counter, it's contents splashing over the side. "Fuckk," I muttered, and stmped over to the towels. I dropped a bunch on the floor and kicked them around with my foot, absorbing the liquid. I threw them out and wet another towel, wiping up the floor so it wouldn't be sticky, then threw it out. I took another swig from the cup, not feeling satisfied. I looked around, then  dropped the cup in the sink and made my way to the fridge, which was sputtering as it attempted to run. I opened the door and squinted, trying to see through the dark: there was no light in the kitchen or fridge. I looked behind me again, yelling coming through the small doorway between the room and kitchen. I opened the drawer at the bottom of the fridge and oulled out a bottle, then slammed the door behind me, walking to the counter. I took a knife from the sink and walked to the corner of the kitchen,placing the bottle and knife on the floor. I went back in with Danni and John and the flash went off of his camera again. Danni was wearing a towel around her, her leg peaking out of the corner. She was naked under the towel. "I'm going to my room," I said, then left. I grabbed my bottle and knife, leaving the kitchen.

I sat on my bed, tongue sticking out of the side of my mouth as i tried to pry the bottle open. It popped as the lid came off, the aroma of alcohol filling the room. I took a swig, the liquid burning my throat as it went down. I inhaled, then put the bottle on the floor, under the bed. I got up and brushed my teeth, then went back into the living room with Danni and John.

"That was fast," he said, snapping pictures of Danni as she smiled at the wall.

"Yes, it was," she said through her teeth.

"Got bored," I said, clearing the message alert from Jessie.

"You look sad, dude," John said in his fake american accent. I smiled, then nodded.

"What's up?" he asked, putting his camera on the floor. "Miss mommy?" He still wore his American accent.

"No. Jessica broke up with me."

[A/N: So, it's the first update in a while. *breaks into song* FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVERRR!!! Okay, sorry, sorry, my inner Frozen came out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Another update on Monday. Thanks for the patience.

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