*phone rings*
I grab it with my left arm and I swipe the screen to answer it.
“mmmmm…”
“Okay go back to sleep” said by a woman’s voice. supposedly
My mom’s voices. But not really
I don’t want to open my eyes yet so I this prank caller do its thing.
“Just awake Ma, what is it?” I ride along
“Nothing, I just wanted to drop a call and see if you are awake.” She, I mean he said after chuckling
“Well now I am Jason. Thanks. Geez. Dumb-o” I said sarcastically to her
I heard a chuckle across the line and the sighed.
Oh Jason, when you knew I answer morning calls eyes closed. Ugh
“Okay I’ll see you there in a bit.” he replied now in a stern, natural speaking voice. Then cut it.
In a bit?
Dang it!
He was going here without saying anything before he go here?
That shoot me up standing and wide-eyed scanned my flat.
My flat is a mess. I can’t still do so many things. This damn right hand and chest is still killing me.
I can’t like laugh so hard. Because I fell like my ribcage will shatter and fall of to pieces if I did to. I can’t even heave or sighed in a big way, the way I wanted to at times, and it just freaking pissed me off. I can’t sing songs because it hurt, really, it hurts.
Like even right now. How can I fix all of this mess when I have this arm support in my right hand and some freaking hurting chest.
I hate this.
I freaking hate my life right now.
Now that this thing have came up again. Let me remind myself: I freaking hate you, you fucking jerk!
All of these will never fucking happen because of him.
That prick.
Okay, stop cussing today okay. Jason will come. I will be your good ego this time.
Stop being the good boy, sarcastic one. You never are one.
Oh geez, I am trying to help you here. To act calmly as you could so your Jason won’t super freakout when he sees your arm supporter later.
Fuck you
I hissed at myself to stop my mind war.
“Clean the mess.” I whispered as I walk through heaps of mess.
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“Coming!” I shouted as I heard someone has knocked the door.
I was currently trying my best to clean the dishes at the counter. So I rush myself to get the door.
Well, this is it.
“Hey, -- What the heck?!” he greeted / shouted
I chuckled.
That is the only thing that I can do.
What else? Breakdown and cry?
That will never happen. Even though this thing hurts like hell. I won’t cry, I’m not a cry baby.
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Fanfiction"Blue skies, brown eyes baby you're my perfect day" --------------------------------------- I, Joseph Vincent, a YouTube artist, asian, and straight. Would never thought to I will fall in love with a suicidal jerk.