Don't fear it //Jim Moriarty//

[09]

Jim's Point Of View

I don't know what to do. I have no idea where to go for a date. I'm scared she'll not like anything I chose, but I don't want to ask her because I don't know how. I want her to enjoy it. I don't think she'd want to partake in a murder. My idea of fun is creating chaos and destruction, but her's probably isn't.

I got home over three hours ago. I've been sitting on my bedroom floor, thinking about where I should take y/n. I've ignored every attempt my parents have made to talk to me. They can fuck themselves after what they did. My mum tried to apologise, but I know it's a load of shit. She's the one who told me to kill myself.

I rip another piece of paper with a shitty idea out of my notepad and crumple it up, throwing it at the wall. I have no idea where to take her. I can't ask Seb, he's refusing to talk to me. I think it's because I kissed y/n in front of him. I'd probably do the same if he'd kissed her. I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have asked her. Or I should have thought about it first.

I've tried to Google it. I searched good places to go on dates, but it was no help at all. I'm scared that she won't like me. I need to do something right, and this would be the best place to start.

"James!" Mum shouts, banging on my door.

"Can you please fuck off?" I shout back. "I'm kinda busy!"

"I want to talk to you. Let me in."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I'll break your door down again!"

"Fine! I'll open it! Just don't take forever talking, I'm busy."

I unlock the door and let her in, low key wishing that she'd die. She looks at all the crumpled up paper and picks one up, opening it. She looks confused, but then her face turns into a taunting smile. She's going to say something horrible to me, I can feel it.

"Aw, has little Jimmy got a date? Who the fuck would go on a date with you?" She taunts.

"Well clearly the girl I'm going with." I fire back at her.

"Oh. Is she the one you were with the other day when you stole my car? She could do a lot better than you. Even that stupid friend of yours would be better. What's his name? Sebastian?"

"Can you fuck off?" I ask, quite nicely. Well, as nice as you can tell someone to fuck off. She leaves the room, probably not wanting a repeat of the other day. If that happened again, people would get suspicious of her and it would ruin her job and friends.

I just want to talk to Seb, or someone who knows what to do in this situation. I could try to call him, but I don't wanna hurt his feelings anymore than I have. I decide to call him anyway.

"Seb? It's me... I'm sorry, okay? I just..."

"I'm not picking up the pieces of whatever stupid shit you've done this time."

"I haven't done anything... I need advice... And I want to apologise. I know I haven't done the best things and I wanted to say sorry, but I'm going to go on a date with y/n. I know how you feel about that, but I really like her. I guess that must hurt. I'm sorry, but I need help."

"What do you need help with." He sighs.

"I don't know where to take her."

"Why don't you take her to see a movie? Let her decide on what to watch."

"I could do. That sounds good." I try to hide the fact I'm crying, but Seb can tell by my voice.

"What's wrong?"