Arsonist's Lullaby

Chapter 8 - Jesse

Sam and I surprisingly grew extremely close in just a short amount of time after that night at the carnival.

She knew how I functioned, what made me comfortable, respected my personal space, my likes and dislikes and I grew accustomed to how she was. What she liked and her weird little habits that she didn't even know she had.

Like the way I would find her speaking little bits and pieces of French to Megatron in the mornings, who eventually warmed up to her. Or how she would decorate the apartment with towers of books tucked away at corners, bringing them from God knows where. Or how she would make me sit on the toilet seat while she washed her face because she always felt an "Evil presence staring at her".

But what we both seemed to get really accustomed to was sleeping together.

I would hear her crying a few minutes after she went to sleep from my room, the thin walls barely masking her sobs, and I would always go and slip into her bed, wrapping my arms around her, calming her down until she fell back asleep.

We went on like that for weeks until one day, the tables had turned.

*****

"What are you doing?" I asked Sam who was sprawled on the couch, her mouth agape as she stared at the TV.

"I'm watching a movie." She mumbled distracted.

"What kind of movie is it?" I glanced at the screen.

"I don't know....Broken, Unbroken, something like that." She mumbled again, her eyes still glued to the TV.

I had just came back from the gym and was bored so I decided to bug her.
Sliding in front of the TV, I started wiggling around.

"Jesse what are you doing? Move!" She yelled and waved her arm around.

"I thought you liked to see me dance?" I said and started wiggling in circles.

"Jesse you dumbass, move!" She snapped and threw an empty diet Dr.Pepper at me.

"Okay okay, sheesh." I laughed and plopped down on the couch next to her. After a couple of minutes, a commercial popped on and Sam turned to glare at me.

"Block my view while i'm watching TV again and you're dead." She growled, kicking my thigh before swinging her legs onto my lap.

"Your view? I thought I was your view?" I flashed her a toothy smile.

"You wish. Do that again and you'll regret it." She scowled.

"I'm shaking." I said dramatically and we both laugh.

"Some chick came by earlier while you were at the gym by the way." She mentioned. I froze glancing to see if she was mad.

Why would she be mad? My conscience scoffed.

"Who was it?" I asked casually. She shrugged and scratched her arm before answering.

"Megan, Morgan, something like that. She wasn't very happy to see me." She laughed. I sighed feeling a rush of relief only to have it replaced with embarrassment. I never thought I would have to explain my sexual past to another girl, but I felt like Sam deserved an explanation. I was just too embarrassed to talk about it.

"What did she want this time?" I grunted getting up to get a beer. She wiggled her nose at me when I brought it up to my lips. She hated beer. She said it tasted like stale bread and cat piss the one time I let her try it.

"She wanted to see you, I said why, she got mad and asked why I was here and after I managed to calm her down and explain that I wasn't your new fuck buddy and just a roommate, she told me to tell you that you're, and I quote..." She picked up her fingers. "A selfish bastard who only thinks with his dick and that she was done with your shit." She snickered before she finished. I frowned at the thought of her having to explain to someone else that she wasn't my fuck buddy and got a little annoyed.