Love Doesn't Exist (bxb)

~Chapter three~

I looked up at Isaiah as he tightens his grip on my wrist. If he was trying to get me to like him, or at least hate him a little less this wasn't working. He smiled down at me and I don't know if it is just me or his face was getting closer to mine.

It was, the nerve he has. As he slowly closed his eyes, I took that chance and bitch slapped him right across the face. His grip loosened and I took that chance to run up to my apartment. Choco cheerfully looked at me, his tail wagging side to side. But sorry Choco I have to ignore you, and I looked outside my living room window.

Isaiah was still standing there his head facing the floor, hand rubbing the cheek I slapped harder than intended. But me having the best luck, Choco decided to bark, like crazy. Isaiah must have heard and looked up and stared into my window. He saw me, we made eye contact.

I dropped to the floor in an attempt to hide, but Choco was still barking. I patted his head to quiet him down and took a small look back outside. He was still looking up, but once he saw me, he smiled and waved leaving me to wonder just why is he doing this.

I sighed and slid down to the floor as Choco licked my face. "You know Choco," I began "You are so lucky, you don't have to deal with dog whores or idiot dogs, and no one would pay much mind if you stayed by yourself."

"Woof" Choco barked smiling at me

"I know, I know but still," I responded like I already knew what he was going to say.

"Woof" He barked again.

"Choco why am I talking to you like I will actually learn something?" I questioned patting his head gently and sliding down the wall and laid on the floor.

"Woof" He barked while putting a paw on my chest and licked my cheek.

"You know what, you are right. If I fake being into love everyone will stop messing with me about it." I smiled and shot myself up into a sitting position.

Choco wagged his tail and I smiled even more. I rubbed his head and turned on the tv to finally rest without anything troublesome running through my mind.

After some hours, mom came walking into the house looking half dead. Her eyes seemed lifeless as they dropped and have very heavy dark circles under them. But once she saw me, I could tell she was trying her hardest to surpass the immense tiredness, I knew she was feeling and smiled at me.

"Oh, Mark you're up this time." She joked walking up to me and kissing the top of my head.

I gave a half-assed smile and responded, "Yeah a lot happened today, and wished it hadn't."

She nodded and went into the kitchen. "Do you want to talk about it with me over some food."

I throw myself off the couch and jogged my way into the kitchen taking the pan my mom was holding. "Today I will cook for you. Go sit on the table next to the window."

She didn't argue back and just went there looking at me with a small smirk.

This will usually happen, me cooking for my mom occasionally. I love her so much and will forever be the only person I say that to. At least not after that asshole, I called my father, I still can't get over that. Even though my mom has long been over that and making me her first priority, I just can't.

Because of the so-called-cure for everything, people call love, mom's life has been forever ruined and I will not let that happen to me. "Hey Mark, the kitchen is starting to smell weird." Mom said bringing me out of the ever-growing rage that was building up in my head.

I looked down and saw that I had stopped starring the butter all over the pan and left evaporated butter in the empty pan.

I sighed and put more butter and this time paying attention to cooking. After a little over 30 minutes, I made spaghetti with meatballs and saved it to my now sitting mom on the poor excuses of a dining table. We sat down and just ate, not really trying to conversate with, liking the peace and quiet.

"You know..." Mom suddenly began. " You should stop coping inside this tiny apartment and get out."

I looked at her questionably, "You mean to go out and smell the freshly polluted air in this oh-so-wonderful city?"

"Yeah like that." She brightened up pointing the fork at me.

I rolled my eyes at that, why should I? I feel perfectly fine without socializing, my heart is still beating, my lungs are working, what more do I need other than that.

Suddenly mom stabbed the meatball aggressively glaring at me, "What?"

"I want you to find love, or at least a friend at least." She said sternly and shoving that meatball in her mouth while keeping her glare.

"Haha, nice joke," I said avoiding the crap out of her glare. I turned left and right, but I still managed to see it. I looked outside the window and the stupid reflection made me do indirect eye contact.

"Mark!" She yelled once we got that eye contact.

"Mom I don't even know how you can just tell me to find someone to love after what he did." I tried to reason with her, and show her where I was coming from.

"Oh lord, if this person I call my son thinks he has anything to do with that I will literally flip this house."

I was getting mad, "So you're telling me to forget what he did and find my own love?"

"Yes, what does your father leaving us in the dust to go date a model have to do with your love life?" She yelled her neck vein popping out more and more.

I sighed and placed my hand on top of hers, "For one you are my life, the only one that actually matters."

She snatched her hand away from mine and flicked in between my eyes, "So do what the only person who matters tells you to do."

"Mom I will not abandon you for a lover." I started to yell back.

"Yeah, I know you won't but, you need to build relationships!" I rolled my eyes and left the room to throw my head into a pillow and yell.