Savior
Chapter Four: Broken Hearts and Ruined Friendships
*Jessica’s POV*
Fuck. Not this again. Didn't we just go through this whole thing? I love Andy with all of my heart, but he just doesn't understand that I want to keep my relationship with him separate from that of Jack.
I glared at him with such intensity, as to almost finish the oncoming fight before it even started. "What's going on, Andy? You and I both know what happens when we start talking about that." I don't think we've gone one full conversation, involving Jack, without it ending in tears or a fight. It's Inevitable.
"No. It's...just never mind." Not this shit again. He always bounced around topics.
"Andy! If you're gonna bring up the topic at least finish your thought!" I jumped off the couch, dropping the last of my popcorn on the floor. "...it's not like you care about what I think anyway...." I mumbled that last bit. He stared at me, at a loss for words.
"What are you talking about?!" He was now standing as well; his face in a deep grimace.
"You know I don't want to talk about Jack with you, and yet you keep bringing him up! I'm sick of it." I stormed away towards to door, neglecting to bring my phone or jacket. It was snowing outside..."If you really cared you would stop pestering me about him and tell me what the fuck is actually bothering you!" His face turned to stone, his expression as flat a poker player. It was impossible to read Andy, now or ever, and I wasn't in the mood to try. "I have to go anyway..."
"I just--" he stopped and stepped towards me. "Please don't leave." a single tear dripped from the corner of his face and rolled down his cheek.
Fuck.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. His body was warm, his arms firm. "Please. Can't he wait a bit?" he pleaded.
"God dammit Andy!!" I pushed his body away from mine. "Why do you have to go and ruin every single nice moment we have by bringing him up?!" I stepped outside, taking one last look at his face. It looked as if he had just seen someone die. I slammed the door and hopped in the car.
"I'm capable of opening my own fucking door,"
Andy's POV
"So how's Jack?" I asked Jessica, knowing it would spark an argument. We had been friends long enough now to know what to say and when to say it, and I was saying the right thing at the right time.
"What's going on Andy?..." I think she continued to speak, but to be honest my thoughts were consuming all of my ability to focus.
"No. It's..." I peered over at my phone once again. Why did this have to happen now? "Nevermind. " I continued.
"Andy! If you're gonna bring up the topic at least finish your thought!" She jumped off the couch, dropping the last of her popcorn on the floor. She was angry now, I knew she would be. I was doing the right thing though. "...it's not like you care about what I think anyway...." She mumbled.
I stared at her, unable to form an intelligible sentence. For as long as I could remember she had been with me, forcing me to do the right thing; no matter what it took. Even if it broke my heart, or hers, she did what it took. I’m weak. I couldn’t handle the pain in her face. I thought for sure I was doing the right thing.
Then why was this hurting so much…
“What are you talking about?!” I played along with the fight, standing from the couch as well. I wanted to scare her off as well as I could. I wanted her to leave, to go to Jack. By hurting her, I was sparing her. Sparing her from worse things.
"You know I don't want to talk about Jack with you, and yet you keep bringing him up! I'm sick of it." Jessica stormed away towards to door. She had forgotten her phone and jacket, but at this point it would just cause further damage to make her come back in for them. She continued, "If you really cared you would stop pestering me about him and tell me what the fuck is actually bothering you!" She doesn’t understand, though. I do care. More than she’ll ever know. "I have to go anyway..."
"I just--" I stopped, following her to the door. "Please don't leave." a single tear dripped from the corner of my face. I ignored it, and took another step towards her. Might as well treat this as a goodbye.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Please. Can't he wait a bit?" I pleaded.As much as I wanted her to leave, to just forget about me for a few months (or years. However long it took.) I loved her. I loved having her around, and a moment spent away from her was a moment wasted on nothing. I needed to take advantage of the few moments I still had. I was leaving tomorrow for God knows how long. I just needed to know she would be okay.
"God dammit Andy!!" She pushed me off of her. I fell backwards, unable to catch my balance. "Why do you have to go and ruin every single nice moment we have by bringing him up?!"
She ran out the door and slammed it in my face. Through my window I could see her car speeding down the road. I slid down the door and took shelter within myself.
She’s my best friend. And I just broke her.
Again.
Fuck. Not this again. Didn't we just go through this whole thing? I love Andy with all of my heart, but he just doesn't understand that I want to keep my relationship with him separate from that of Jack.
I glared at him with such intensity, as to almost finish the oncoming fight before it even started. "What's going on, Andy? You and I both know what happens when we start talking about that." I don't think we've gone one full conversation, involving Jack, without it ending in tears or a fight. It's Inevitable.
"No. It's...just never mind." Not this shit again. He always bounced around topics.
"Andy! If you're gonna bring up the topic at least finish your thought!" I jumped off the couch, dropping the last of my popcorn on the floor. "...it's not like you care about what I think anyway...." I mumbled that last bit. He stared at me, at a loss for words.
"What are you talking about?!" He was now standing as well; his face in a deep grimace.
"You know I don't want to talk about Jack with you, and yet you keep bringing him up! I'm sick of it." I stormed away towards to door, neglecting to bring my phone or jacket. It was snowing outside..."If you really cared you would stop pestering me about him and tell me what the fuck is actually bothering you!" His face turned to stone, his expression as flat a poker player. It was impossible to read Andy, now or ever, and I wasn't in the mood to try. "I have to go anyway..."
"I just--" he stopped and stepped towards me. "Please don't leave." a single tear dripped from the corner of his face and rolled down his cheek.
Fuck.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. His body was warm, his arms firm. "Please. Can't he wait a bit?" he pleaded.
"God dammit Andy!!" I pushed his body away from mine. "Why do you have to go and ruin every single nice moment we have by bringing him up?!" I stepped outside, taking one last look at his face. It looked as if he had just seen someone die. I slammed the door and hopped in the car.
"I'm capable of opening my own fucking door,"
Andy's POV
"So how's Jack?" I asked Jessica, knowing it would spark an argument. We had been friends long enough now to know what to say and when to say it, and I was saying the right thing at the right time.
"What's going on Andy?..." I think she continued to speak, but to be honest my thoughts were consuming all of my ability to focus.
"No. It's..." I peered over at my phone once again. Why did this have to happen now? "Nevermind. " I continued.
"Andy! If you're gonna bring up the topic at least finish your thought!" She jumped off the couch, dropping the last of her popcorn on the floor. She was angry now, I knew she would be. I was doing the right thing though. "...it's not like you care about what I think anyway...." She mumbled.
I stared at her, unable to form an intelligible sentence. For as long as I could remember she had been with me, forcing me to do the right thing; no matter what it took. Even if it broke my heart, or hers, she did what it took. I’m weak. I couldn’t handle the pain in her face. I thought for sure I was doing the right thing.
Then why was this hurting so much…
“What are you talking about?!” I played along with the fight, standing from the couch as well. I wanted to scare her off as well as I could. I wanted her to leave, to go to Jack. By hurting her, I was sparing her. Sparing her from worse things.
"You know I don't want to talk about Jack with you, and yet you keep bringing him up! I'm sick of it." Jessica stormed away towards to door. She had forgotten her phone and jacket, but at this point it would just cause further damage to make her come back in for them. She continued, "If you really cared you would stop pestering me about him and tell me what the fuck is actually bothering you!" She doesn’t understand, though. I do care. More than she’ll ever know. "I have to go anyway..."
"I just--" I stopped, following her to the door. "Please don't leave." a single tear dripped from the corner of my face. I ignored it, and took another step towards her. Might as well treat this as a goodbye.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Please. Can't he wait a bit?" I pleaded.As much as I wanted her to leave, to just forget about me for a few months (or years. However long it took.) I loved her. I loved having her around, and a moment spent away from her was a moment wasted on nothing. I needed to take advantage of the few moments I still had. I was leaving tomorrow for God knows how long. I just needed to know she would be okay.
"God dammit Andy!!" She pushed me off of her. I fell backwards, unable to catch my balance. "Why do you have to go and ruin every single nice moment we have by bringing him up?!"
She ran out the door and slammed it in my face. Through my window I could see her car speeding down the road. I slid down the door and took shelter within myself.
She’s my best friend. And I just broke her.
Again.
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