"You want attention?", I try to fill in.
"Not just attention, it's more than that"
"You sound like you just want at-"
"You", she cuts me off. "I don't only want attention, I want you"
Fuck me, it definitely feels better when she says it sober.
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Veronica's POV
Ahh, the first day of summer. Normally, one would sleep in then stay in bed all day. Or, spend the whole day burning all remainders of the previous school year.
But not I, no. Instead of drooling onto my pillow, like I would love to be doing, I am helping my friend, Jackson, move into his new apartment.
"Why are you moving so early again?" I ask, squinting my eyes from the morning sun.
"Because my mother says that I can't stay in her house anymore."
I'm sure there is more to the story.
"Why?" I question while I struggle to carry two boxes at the same time.
"Because I'm eighteen and she wants me out of her house" he explains as he takes one of the boxes from me.
It scares me how Jackson is calm about his situation, if my mother told me to move out at the butt crack of dawn I would be losing it.
If this doesn't tick him off, I wonder what it takes to make him furious and absolutely lose it.
"That's rude" I say to him with a dirty look on my face.
"It's fine" he shrugs it off like it is nothing.
But it's not nothing. If my mom told me I had to leave the house two days after my graduation, I would burn that shit down.
Maybe I'm just not mature enough yet.
Still, moving is hard.
Waking up before the sun to help him pack his stuff, loading it into the truck and now unpacking it, is not the most fun thing we have done. Not to mention getting an apartment without proof of income is so freaking hard.
"Jackson" I whisper as we both place down his heavy boxes, in his new home.
"Stop worrying about it" he shakes his head at me with smile as if this is ok, or normal even.
"I just don't understand why you won't live with me"
He moves away for college in two months and I don't see the point of paying for an apartment when I have an empty bedroom in my house.
"It's fine" he wraps his arms around me into a bear hug, "I'm fine. I will survive living on my own"
But he won't. I know he won't.
Jackson Reed, born July 24th, 2032, has never had to do anything on his own his whole life. Ever, from wiping his own ass to picking out his shoes.
His mom Nancy Smith, a lawyer, and dad Drew Reed, CEO of Food Shack- McDonald's biggest competitor- have been spoon feeding him his whole life.
Until now.
"Who is going to change your diaper at night?" I question jokingly.
"Shut up" he pushes me away from him.
Ok so maybe he knows how to wipe his ass but that's pretty much the entire list.
"please", I try to beg him with puppy dog eyes one more time. I don't even know why I'm still inviting him, the apartment is already paid for.
"Veronica" he draws out my name.
"I'm sorry", I groan. I know I'm annoying him but I want him to live with me.
I love him.
"Fix your face", he pulls the pout off my face as we re-enter the elevator.
