Bad Boy; Small World - ON ANOTHER PROFILE NOW

Chapter Seven; The One Where He Panics

Jaxon

"I'm sorry." I croak, catching Antoinette in my arms as she jumps on me in my kitchen. It's only six am, so I only expected her to be up. We both know, from experience, quick cures for hang overs. "I didn't want to hurt you again, I-I just got so mad. I fucked up again."

She just hugs me tighter before pulling away, scanning me before her gaze landed on my bandaged hand. 

Ant sighs, and I know she's disappointed in me. "Thinking you fucked up doesn't give you an excuse to hurt yourself." She says, my eyes train themselves on the floor.

"I know, I know that. Trust me I know that, but apparently one fuck up leads to another with me. I blame my mother really. First thing I ever fucked up was my birth, head was too fat." She giggles, making me smile lightly. "Forgive me?"

"As long as I get those damn Twizzlers." She says, winking at me.

I chuckle and ruffle her hair again, motion to the counter towards the fat red bag she clearly missed. "There's those damn Twizzlers."

With a small squeal she bounds over to them, ripping them open. Kicking her bag over to me she motions for me to open it, unzipping the duffel I'm surprised when all I see is massive bars of Hersey chocolate. "Are you trying to make me fat?" I ask, tipping the bag over.

It literally only had chocolate in it. 

Now I'm curious. 

"Where's all your clothes?" I ask, backtracking a second later. "Not that I'm complaining about the chocolate of course." 

"Of course." She says, sitting down to the floor in front of me. "In Cy's bag."

My back slides again the cupboards and her against the kitchen island. Like for years we quickly fall into a conversation while eating our favorite foods. We're silent for a while, just thinking.

"So," Ant begins, ripping a piece right out of the top. She always has been a little murderous. "I didn't realize you were in the dark so much lately. Why didn't you call me?"

I gulp and smack my lips once, purely to annoy her- -she hates that sound- -before answering her. "It seems like you just got your life together, I didn't want to add myself onto your list of worries. Your family problems just seemed to calm down and you and Neighbor got that apartment of yours. It seems like Kit and you are finally back to the way you were and Max is having a hard time without you, you're worried about him constantly." I point out, making her wince. "There's no reason to make you feel more stressed then you need to, or make you worry about me. I'm always fine in the end."

She glares at me, eyeing my chocolate. I narrow my eyes at her, making her roll hers and return back to her own food.

That's what I thought.

"You're my best friend I'm going to worry about you no matter what but most times that worry is for nothing, but sometimes I'll have to worry for real reasons. Right now I need to worry for you and that's okay. I'd much rather have a real reason to stress than feeling like I'm going out of my mind for no reason." She says, crossing her eyes and twirling a finger.

I laugh at her, maker her slap my leg. "Shut up, there are sleeping humans in the other room." 

This only makes me laugh more. "You are insane," I tell her. "And why can't you say someone's sleeping like any other person. You're so weird." 

"I'm not." She points the bag in my face, making me wince as the stinging smell of cherry. On knee jerk reaction I smack it, paling as I hear the sound of my best friends favorite candy bouncing around the floor. "Jaxon Xavier Valdez!" Ant screams.