Jerome's POV
"Mitch. Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Are you still a virgin?"
"What the?-"
"You haven't answered."
"I am. For now. You?"
"Of course. As if any female could take control of this sexy body!" I struck a promiscuous pose and Mitch laughed. "Why'd you ask?"
"Eh. Just curious I guess. What, with you having to go on a holiday for a two year anniversary..." I winked, but silent relief poured out of me. Mitch accepted the excuse and jumped around the room, then stopped as a thought struck him. "Hey... can you go get changed into something... uhh... that shows your thighs... like shorts?"
"That sounds rather onimous and suggestive, and I will not be a stripper for you Mitch. My job is to be a YouTuber, not strip for people."
"Jerome..." Mitch continued warningly. I knew what he meant, but still tried to worm my way out. I shook my head. "Jerome. You promised." I kept shaking my head. "I will force you if I have to." I rolled my eyes and went to my room, then sat on my bed after getting changed.
The scars were ugly.
I was ugly.
The pain was ugly.
I didn't want Mitch to see.
Mitch saw anyway. A quick glance after I gave in and he smiled in relief. "Jerome, what's the matter?" I had been quietly feeling sorry for myself, and Mitch for having him worry like this. "Mitch... I-... I... I can't do this..."
"Do what?"
"Keep having my scars on showcase monthly."
"It's for your own good." I shook my head, tears forming. "I can't. I can't do this!" I wept, the tears now flowing down my face. "I can't Mitch! I don't deserve this!" I leapt off the bed and Mitch looked at me in surprise. "I can't keep feeling like the victim! I did this all to myself and you shouldn't be caring for me!" I sobbed. Mitch came up behind me and gently pushed my hands down from my face. "Jerome, I care. I care. I wouldn't, couldn't live with myself if I could have stopped you getting hurt." Mitch hugged me from behind and my body tensed, shaking. "Look. I- I have to confess something." I whispered. Mitch came and faced me. "What?"
"I- haven't entirely stopped cutting." I wrung my head in shame. "I know. You think I don't see when my Bacca has had issues? It's just... I'm letting it slide because I know it's hard to stop sometimes." I looked to him, incredulous. "You mean it?" He nodded. My legs flopped all of a sudden and gave way. Mitch caught me and pulled me back up. "Look. I do want you to stop. Just... next time you wanna cut, please alert me. Then at least I get the chance to stop you." I nodded along, but I was breaking. Mitch probably thought I was a weakling, in spirit and physically.
(Time skip)
I stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall, the warm water splashing down on my head. "Maybe..." I sighed, and started rubbing water onto my face, trying to relax my sore eyes. The most I accomplished was wiping off the tear stains, but my eyes did feel a little better. Until I started washing the scars. Then I started panicking. Why would Mitch accept it? Would they be the reason Mitch didn't love me? I took a deep breath and calmed my self down. Mitch is straight. It has nothing to do with you. I tried to tell myself.
When I stepped out and dressed, I went to find sitting on my bed, patiently waiting. He leapt up when he saw me and enveloped me in a hug, and I returned it in confusion. Mitch then left, and I went to get lunch.
Later on in the day, Mitch came back while I was lying on my bed. "You feeling better Jerome?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"That's good dood."
"Uh. Ok." I pulled out of his grasp. "Why? Why me?" The question I was asking myself. I had asked myself that for a long time, but now, I could finally know the answer.
Mitch looked perplexed so I powered on. "You could have picked any friend, and you pick me. Anyone. They wouldn't even have the emotional stuff I do." Mitch looked thoughtful, then smiled. "Yeah, but then who would be my Bac?" I smiled, but the tears were still fresh on my face. Mitch smiled and hugged me again then pulled out. "It could have only ever been you." I laughed and looked into Mitch's eyes, feeling renewed by the sincerity in his gaze.
I noticed our heads were about ten inches apart. Just ten inches... until out of nowhere, Mitch cleared the gap and crashed his lips to mine.
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Amber
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