Burning Pages (Lil Xan Fan Fiction)

Make Up

I took a good look at the living room which was now a war zone, Diego's hair was a mess as well as mine, and we both sat in silence breathing hard. Drenched in sweat....

How did we get here?....

*Earlier That Day*

"Get up and come down stairs Cassie." Candy woke me out of my sleep with her sweet voice insisting that I get up.

"Ugh a few more hours." I groaned.

"Cassie get up now!" My mother had yelled causing me to sit up straight in my bed. "Now go downstairs we need to have a serious talk."

I slowly made my way out of bed and trudged downstairs seeing Diego on the couch with his messy hair every where as his usual beanie style was non-existent.

My mother and Candy stood in front of Diego and I like two soldiers.

"Now this is what is about to happen, you two are going to be left here alone while Candy and I go out." She began, "And I know you're probably wondering why would we dare leave you two alone and that's because we need you two to be on good terms, so we have changed the locks on all the rooms and locked you out of them. But don't worry the bathroom, kitchen, and living room are available." She beamed.

"I don't know how this is gonna make us be on "good terms"." Diego yawned as he put quotations on good terms.

"Because you two are going to be locked in the house together and are not going to be able to go anywhere, but right here." My mother demanded.

"I'm just gonna get in my car and leave." I shrugged.

"Not without your keys." She laughed as she dangled them in front of me and dropped them in her purse. "So you two can argue and yell all you want, whatever you wanna do but you're going to make up!" My mother eyed me and finally walked out of the door with Candy slamming it behind them.

I quickly got up and walked into the kitchen. I couldn't be in the same room as him for any second longer.

Sitting next to him was triggering enough. My mother thought leaving us alone would make everything fine, but it was just gonna make things worse.

-

Hours had passed and Diego and I had not said a single thing to each other. I was in the living room while he was upstairs in the bathroom. Everything was fine and we were keeping the distance between each other. Being locked in the house wasn't anything that I would annoy me considering that I never really go anywhere. So this was a piece of-

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a huge noise upstairs. I raced upstairs to see that Diego standing in the bathroom while the beautiful framed painting that my father had did was shattered and ruined.

I had never touched on the subject of my father because it was too harsh to talk about, but for him to ruin his painting sent me to a place that I thought I would never go to.

"WHAT THE HELL DIEGO!" I shouted

"I'm sorry okay it was an accident"

As those words released from his mouth I balled my fist up and charged at him full throttle, snatching him by his shirt. His effort to keep me off of him had caused us to fall back into the hallway and then tumble directly down the stairs. I had lost my grip of him, but that didn't stop me from getting up and charging at him again.

I wasn't able to get any hits in due to his crazy amount of strength and him constantly throwing me off of him.

I grabbed a vase that was nearby and threw it at his head, and missed.

"CASSIE CHILL THE FUCK OUT!" He hollered in anger.

I came at him again and punched him right in the eye. I had never imagined me in this type of rage but the feeling of hitting him took the stress all away...

-

After an hour of rolling and tumbling Diego and I were at our peak. The living room was trashed and we were both breathing heavily. Tired and drenched in sweat. I laid out on the floor with a bag of peas on my ankle from falling down the steps while he held a bag of peas over his eye.

It was silent for a moment until Diego finally spoke.

"All of this over a picture."

"It was my dad's painting, he died back in North Carolina when we first moved there due to a drunk driving incident." I replied as I gazed at the ceiling. "He meant everything to me and I would do anything to get him back. But he is the only reason that my mom decided that it was time to get out if that town. Too much sadness....here there was none until-" I cut myself off and the silence came about briefly.

"Until I came here." Diego finished my comment.

"Maybe." I softly said and finally broke my staring contest with the ceiling, "Why do you do that stuff?"

"What do you mean?" He inquired.

"Why do you drink and all that?"

He gave a little sigh and looked me directly in the eye, "I have really bad anxiety, so when I drink and pop pills everything feels okay. And my mom lets me do it so I can feel normal for once in a lifetime, thats why I really didn't care when you told me you were gonna tell her." He explained. "Sometimes I just feel terrible, but then I look at you and you're fine and I wanna know how that feels to finally be normal."

I had never knew that Diego had anxiety and I was lost for words. We just stared at each other for a few seconds and both went back to thinking for a moment. Letting both of our sob stories sink in. It seemed like mom's plan to make us friends came out great.

"Sorry for calling you a bitch and a liar yesterday." Diego apologized.

"Its okay...and sorry about your eye." I replied and he gave a little laugh, I joined in but only for a second as we both turned our heads in the direction of the door which opened to show the shocked faces of our mothers.

"We made up." We both said simultaneously.