Misconceptions

"I don't want you meeting with her."

Clementine took a deep breath and stared hard at the blonde haired girl, "Violet, I don't want you meeting with her. Just yesterday she told me that she was hoping to get back together with you!"

Violet crossed her arms stubbornly, "I wasn't asking for your approval."

Clementine crossed her arms in return, looking as serious as someone could when wrapped in a big blanket, hair sticking out everywhere. "Good, because you don't have it."

"What's the big deal? It's just coffee!" Violet yelled, standing up in frustration.

Clementine stood up as well, swaying slightly but refusing to sit back down. "You don't think I noticed how gorgeous she is? How perfect her family is? How could you not be tempted to go back to that?"

"I can't believe you don't trust me!" Violet was getting flustered, she had thought that Clementine would understand.

"I only trust myself." Clementine said coldly, Violet looked visibly hurt at her words, Clementine recoiled slightly. That had certainly been true before, she had been let down too many times by too many people, but Violet was different wasn't she? Hadn't she proven herself trust worthy? Then again, they had only been dating about a week and friends for a couple weeks. Before then Violet had done nothing but badmouth her, but that felt like such a long time ago.

"Maybe I should go." Violet said, backing towards the door, she looked like she wanted a reason to stay.

"Maybe you should." Clementine spat. Violet's eyes glistened as she turned and left. As soon as the door closed Clementine collapsed back onto the couch. She felt sick to her stomach and she wasn't sure if it was from her sickness or the way she had just talked to Violet. She pulled her hair into a messy bun as she headed towards the bathroom unable to keep the contents of her stomach where it belonged any longer.

AJ poked his head into the bathroom at the sound Clementine's retching. "Are you okay Clem? Can I get you anything?" he asked warily, unsure of what to do.

When she had finished, she pulled the hand towel off the rack, wiping her tears and her mouth. "No AJ, I just need to rest. Christa won't be home until late, you can watch tv or whatever."

"Okay Clem..." AJ walked back into his room head hung low.

Clementine splashed her face in the bathroom sink, rinsing her mouth out and dragging herself back to the couch. She laid down, pulled the blanket over her and slipped into a fretful sleep.

She awoke to the sounds of AJ rummaging around the kitchen. "Whatcha doing AJ?" Clementine asked, throat dry and scratchy.

"Making some dinner." He answered, he brought a jar of peanut butter up to Clementine and shoved it in her face, "Want a sandwich?" Clementine's stomach churned and she ran to the bathroom again. AJ frowned and continued making his sandwich.

Clementine weakly came back to the couch, shaking slightly. She reached for her phone with a trembling hand, the clock said 7:15pm, she couldn't believe she had been sleeping almost all day. No messages from Violet, her chest tightened, why had she talked to her that way? Maybe she should call Violet and plead temporary insanity?

Clementine clicked on Violet's number and put the phone to her ear. It rang, and rang, and rang, finally the phone clicked on, "Violet?" Clementine said eagerly, voice raspy from sleep and sickness, before recognizing that it was just her voicemail, Clementine waited for the beep, "Violet, I'm so sorry. I was scared and insecure and I didn't mean it... I hope you can forgive me."

Clementine hung up the phone, curled into the fetal position and fell back to sleep.

Clementine awoke to a hand on her forehead. "Vi?" she said weakly.