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The Argument

   “JUG YOU KNOW THAT KISS MEANT NOTHING! WHY ARE YOU MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT!” 

“I’M MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT BECAUSE I’M SCARED BETTY! I’M SCARED THAT YOU’LL REALIZE THAT ARCHIE IS BETTER THAN ME! SO NO I’M NOT FUCKING OKAY!” Why was I yelling at her? All she did was ask me if I was okay.

“GODDAMMIT JUG! WHY CAN’T YOU REALIZE THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TO THE FUCKING POINT THAT IT HURTS, HELL WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT US SPLITTING I ACTUALLY STOP FUNCTIONING!” She said, tears streaming down her face.

“WELL, I CAN’T FUCKING CONTROL HOW I FEEL OKAY?!” I honestly shouldn’t have said that.

“YOU DON’T THINK I CAN TO! THE ONLY FUCKING REASON I DID IT WAS TO FUCKING HELP YOUR ASS! YOU WANTED ME TO DO IT, SO WHEN I COME IN THIS FUCKING BUNKER SEEING YOU LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING ZOMBIE JUST BECAUSE I FUCKING KISSED ARCHIE, OOO AND WHAT GETS ME REALLY PISSED THE FUCK OFF IS THAT YOUR ACTING LIKE THIS BUT I KNOW FOR FUCKING SURE I ASKED YOU BEFORE I KISSED ARCHIE IF YOU WERE FUCKING OKAY WITH ME DOING SO!”

Then she stopped talking, well, yelling, that scared me. Then she grabbed all of her stuff, then it hit me she was leaving. I ran and hugged her before she could leave, I didn’t want her to leave, I never want her to leave.

“I’m sorry Betty, I shouldn’t have yelled”, she was still trying to get out of my grip, I just held on tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you're right, I asked you to kiss him, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

I continued saying it, she stopped trying to get away and burst out crying. God, I felt like a jerk, she was only helping me take down the preppies, she was only being a good fucking girlfriend, and this is how I repay her? By yelling at her for a dumb kiss with Archie that I fucking asked for her to do. I picked her up bridal style, while she was sobbing and clinging onto my shirt, obviously not wanting me to go, I laid her down on the cot and laid down next to her and cuddled her, as close as possible.

“It’s my fault baby, I thought that I would be okay but I guess not”

Her crying stopped but she had post hysteric hiccups, she was practically clinging the life out of my shirt, you could also see the tear stains on both my shirt and her face. When her hiccups were barely there I knew she was asleep, and I pulled her closer.

“All my fault baby, all my fault”, I mumbled into her hair.

I stared at the ceiling of the bunker, thinking about all the things that Betty has done for me, she helped me burn down a trailer, she kissed another man, hell she even stripped for me, most of the things she’s done for me I didn’t even ask for her to do. If we ever broke up I know that she would lose it, she wouldn’t show up to school, she wouldn't talk to anyone, she would just be a shell. I would be the same, I wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with her without even bursting out crying. I didn’t realize I was actually crying until my face started burning, I inwardly laughed at myself, I was crying over something that’s not going to happen, I love Betty and she loves me, and that’s all we really need, right?