Teen Idols And Happy Meals

Chocolate And Rain Drops

Jacen’s POV

“Action!”

It was such a simple word, but given the profound affect it had on me, it could have well been an ancient hex. That one word; it was like a spell that came and wrapped itself around me. Forcing me to shed away my real life and fall into someone else’s. There was no delay. No hesitation. Once I heard that word, I was already in character. My face, my body, my whole self; transformed.

“I’ll never understand why you hate her so much,” I lamented bitterly, “She’s done so much for you. Hell, you should be thanking her.”

The pale little monster of a woman in front of me gave a sarcastic snort at that. “Thank Anastasia?" she demanded, seeming perfectly outraged. “For what? For doing this to me?”

“She did you a favor,” I snapped, my voice as cold and cutting as broken glass. “You should be grateful.”

“Grateful?” laughed the she-devil, “To that – that thing? That monster that passes herself off as an actual person? Never! She’s a heinous bitch Tony – you ought to know that.”

I lashed out at the dark haired woman, seizing her chin in my firm grasp. “Don’t you ever talk about Anastasia like that,” I snarled darkly, tightening my grip, causing my fingers to indent her cheeks. It felt good. “Ever.”

 Making a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, she pulled her face out of my hold. “Ugh, it’s sickening the way you defend her. All she’s ever done is use you . . .”

“She saved my life!” I interrupted heatedly, “If it wasn’t for Anastasia, I’d have died in some alley by now. I owe her my life.”

“And your self-respect?” she challenged shrewdly, “Do you owe her that too?”

I turned sharply away from the main camera, throwing my hands down on the granite surface of the island. I hung my head, allowing locks of blonde hair to fall in front of my eyes. I breathed heavily, my chest heaving as if I was plagued by many concerns and anxieties. But really, I was just counting to ten in my head before turning to face the wicked witch once again.

“You don’t understand,” I informed her tightly, “You’ll never understand what Anastasia and I have.”

“Oh I understand,” she said astutely, crossing her arms over her tank top clad chest, “I understand that you only love Anastasia because you’re supposed to love her. Not of her own worth and certainly not of yours.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” I disagreed passionately, denial dripping off me as I shook my head back and forth.

“Well, neither do you,” was the midnight fox’s judicious response to that, “These days.”

“Well I think you’d be interested to learn that that’s mostly your fault,” I retorted snidely, glaring daggers at her.

“How?” she snapped, “What do I have to with your mental state?”

“You have everything to do with it!” I shouted incredulously, “Don’t pretend like fucking with my mind isn’t a hobby of yours. You go out of your way to drive me crazy. I swear, your sole purpose in life is to land me in a mental hospital.”

She gave a sick little chortle at that, examining her pomegranate colored nails. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” I exclaimed heatedly, jamming an accusatory finger at her. “Every word you say is said just to piss me off. Every little thing you do is done just to push my buttons. You cross the line Danielle, every single day. Just for the hell of it. Why Danielle?” My voice was softer now as I leaned in, my hand reaching up to twist an inky curl around the same finger I had just condemned her with. “Why do you do that to me?”