Starkid Oneshots

7- Hi. (Firebringer)

Zazz hadn't meant to leave. But it was just one argument too far. And before she knew it, the door was closing behind her and she was racing outside. Zazzalil didn't know where she was going, she just needed to getaway. She loved Jemilla, she was the only good thing in her life for a while. But sometimes it felt like it was too hard to keep going. Like they were too different. Zazz fought the tears threatening to fall as she started her car and drove away from the complex.

Jemilla stood staring at the door, unmoving. What had happened? They had gotten into a fight. Again. Jemilla loved Zazz, it was the only concrete thing in her life but sometimes? Sometimes Zazz's hot-headedness and laziness were just too much for Jemilla. She hadn't meant what she'd said. It was just a bad day at work and finding the kitchen a mess was just the last straw for that day.

Zazz was being thoughtful, she made cookies when Jemilla texted her at her lunchbreak saying that she had been having a bad day. Zazzalil honestly thought she had more time before her girlfriend had gotten home to clean up. Zazz was wrong. Then the yelling started. The plate of cookies was left rejected on the table, each woman voices edged with sarcasm and passive aggression. Their voices were rising, emotions were running high and neither of them knew what they were saying, neither of them meant it, but it was too late it had already been said.

"Why's the kitchen a mess?"

"Oh shit sorry Milla, I made some cookies when you said that you had a bad day at work, I must've forgotten to clean up"

"Okay then, clean up"

"Cookies first?" Zazz stared at her with puppy dog eyes

"No Zazz, we need to live in a clean environment. So clean up, then we can have cookies!"

"Okay mom" Zazzalil froze, Jemilla stopped walking down the hallway to their room

"Mom?"

"J I didn't mean it I just-"

"No, I think I know exactly what you meant. I'm sorry I care about you and our living conditions"

"Well, I'm sorry I care about my girlfriend and would like to spend some time with her after she's had a stressful day at work!"

"I just wanted you to take five minutes to clean!"

"It would only take five minutes to enjoy the cookies!"

"I don't feel like fighting right now, Zazz. Just, please. Clean up. I'm tired I'm going to go to sleep." Jemilla began to turn back down the hallway again

"You know sometimes I wish you were less of a neat freak." Jemilla stopped again,

"Neat freak?"

"Yeah like how out laundry always has to be in the hamper, or how blankets have to be folded neatly and perfectly and be perfectly laid back in the basket after we cuddle when all we want to do is go to sleep! I just wish you could let some things go some times!" Zazzalil was yelling now, annoyance dripping off her voice. Jemilla matched her volume,

"Well, sometimes I wish you could care more about stuff!"

"I care about stuff!"

"Do you! How about when you leave glasses everywhere! Or leave work to the last possible second until you do them, causing me to feel hurt for you cause you're so anxious!"

"Well, I'm sorry I make your life so much harder!"

"Yeah well sometimes I wish you could just be less, you!" and with a recoil from Jemilla after what she had just said, Zazzalil stormed out.