Spreadin' the Love (BOYXBOY)

Persistence

JASON’S POV

It has been 3 weeks, 7 hours and 22 minutes since Nick told me to leave him alone. I haven’t exactly followed his request. I’ve been asking, no begging for his forgiveness every time I have seen him. Before school; in our driveways; before class; during class; in between classes; at his locker; during lunch; during detention for trying to talk to him (I think I pissed him off more with that one); in the toilets; as soon as the bell has rung; in the student parking lot; at his car door; in our driveways; up to his front door; through our windows and still nothing! He just won’t talk to me!

I guess I don’t blame him. After all that I said…and almost said. I can’t believe what a complete and utter douchebag I was. He stopped working to comfort me about Jamie, and I go and yell at him about not being able to love him! And almost say he was a fag! And made him cry! And (worst of all) make him hate me again.

I don’t even know why I reacted the way I reacted when I realised I love Nick. I mean, at first I freaking ecstatic! I mean, now I can really show Nick that I won’t leave him. Then my brain started to overthink things and crap started spewing out of my mouth and now…now I don’t have a boyfriend anymore!!! And dammit if it didn’t hurt! My heart has literally been aching every time I even glimpse his silhouette in the permanently drawn curtain of his window. I’m starting to think I have some sort of condition.

‘Yes. It’s called love you idiot’ my smartass brain told me, and I told my smartass brain to shut the hell up.

I stood in front of my mirror and stared at the gaunt, messy caveman before me. I haven’t shaved in days; my hairs an unruly mess (and not the stylishly messy I always aim for it to be); I have dark shadows under my eyes and my eyes are bloodshot. My complexion was pale; my usually confident shoulders slumped in despair. As I looked into the once sparkling blue eyes that I had inherited from my father, I saw they were dull, tired and sad. This is what happens when you lose the love of your life.

I didn’t even realise how much Nick meant to me until I lost him. I mean, I used to make fun of all those chicks who went crazy and emo and depressed the moment they lost ‘the love of their lives’. I full on cracked up laughing when I watched New Moon for the first time in the movies and saw Bella staring out her window all depressed and crap. All the Twi-chicks told me shut the f*ck up, and I retorted with a “Shouldn’t you be glad that your precious Edward is single again?!?” and I got promptly kicked out by a theatre person. But now I realised how true all that depressed crap really was. Having Nick shut out of my life made me so moody.

For example: my mom gave me eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast and sausages for breakfast the other day (which is my absolute favourite breakfast and I was surprised my mother had bothered to make it for me) and all I could think about was that Nick’s favourite breakfast was waffles bathed in syrup. So I told my mom I wanted waffles and she told me she had woken up early just to make breakfast for me and dad and I told her I didn’t give a sh*t, but since she had already made this stuff, she could make some damn waffles. And now my mother is not talking to me, and as of yesterday, nor is my father, who I assume has found out about the whole breakfast fiasco.

I know, I know. I’m being a complete ass to my parents. My mother woke up early in the morning just to cook me breakfast. And I’m always complaining about how they don’t care anymore, but the moment she does something for me, I snap at her. But right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Nick hates me, and I don’t know what to do.

Maybe I should consult outside help.

VALERIE’S POV

I crossed my arms in satisfaction as I saw that idiot, Jason Mercury, walking out of his house, looking all dejected and crap. Well, at least now, I have a chance to snatch up what is mine. Nicky. Ever since that little spat that occurred in Nicky’s room a few weeks ago, Nick has been avoiding Jason like the plague. But that airheaded idiot didn’t get the message. He’s been following around Nicky like a lost puppy, and I haven’t had the chance to talk to my dear, sweet, innocent little nerd. But now, Jason’s finally seems to have given up, I can take back the reins of the runaway horse that is Nick’s life and steer it into my warm, homely, bright, straight, direction, instead of the dark, twisted path that must be taken when involved with Jason Mercury.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! Yeah, I’m sorry I haven’t been uploading lately! I’ve just had a lot of stuff on my plate lately. This is more of a teaser chap. A filler. Hope this can semi-fill the void you’ve had for the past 2-3 weeks now ;P Anyhoo, HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! And another Valerie pov!!! Dun, dun, duuuuuuunnnnnn!!! Haha…adios señors and señoras!

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