”I don’t know” his answer pissed her off, but she stayed calm on the outside biting the inside of her cheek. "I guess I took your mother's death pretty hard.” She heard him say “She was like a mother to me too Nik. And I got into a lot of drinking because of it, and I didn't want you guys to see me that way. You had your own problems to fix. You didn't need to worry about trying to fix me too." this only mad her anger rise, she wasn’t the type to lose her cool so easy, maybe it was the combination of the weather and seeing Jessie, that was making her so irritable. She clinched her fist and jaw almost at the same time. She shook her head not wanting to hear anything else he had to say “but being in love isn't easy. You'll understand when you get there." but those words pushed her over the edge.
“Don’t treat me like I’m some little kid who doesn’t understand love.” Her voice raised a little louder than normal. “Firstly, running off to Vegas to tie the knot after only a few months of knowing someone doesn’t exactly spell out love.” She knew that was harsh and she felt bad, but she was already mad and once she was mad it was just an avalanche of hurtful words and phrases. “And, secondly you want to give me the excuse that you left because she was like a mother to you…she WAS my mother and your forgetting one small fact D, I was there. If you or anyone only knew what they did too me that night...” She stopped breathing heavily, the memories creeping back on her. She hadn’t realized she had started crying and she wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve. Taking a slow drag from her cigarette.
“You just don’t get it do you. You have a family who loves you, my dad might as well be you biological father. He talks about you like you’re a saint.” She said almost envious “Stop running, you have nothing to run from.” She chocked back ears “Your scars are internal, be thankful.” She breathed. The music the only sound breaking the silence and that she was grateful for. She was right about the fact that she wasn’t a child, she may be only sixteen, but she was wiser than most her age.
He barely showed any expression when she slapped him, his face burned and stung, but he smirked as if he had enjoyed the pain. "I've been waiting a long time to do that you know." her words only turned his smirk into a full smile. “Glad I could help you fulfill your dreams” he said leaning with his arm in the door way leaving the tattoo of her nickname completely visible on the side of his hand as if showing it of purposely wanting her to see it, but he had forgotten it was even there. "Life here is going to be Hell for you Jessie. You're not going to be able to just sit around and get high all the time. You'll have to actually work."
“I can’t wait, as long as you’re there to keep me company hell sounds like a dream.” He said kissing at her lazily. “Actually working, ha, doubt it. D’s got my back. You seem to be the only one who doesn’t like me, well you and drama queen, but she doesn’t count.” He teased. It was obvious the tone between them had lightened, at least for the moment. This was how they functioned, possibly the only way they knew how. His attrition was diverted when he heard someone coming up the stairs, his eyes falling behind a peppy blonde, who appeared behind Kit.
“Hiya…er sorry for interrupting.” She quickly corrected herself. “Jamie told me to come upstairs and grab you two love birds, dinners ready.” Olive smiled at the both of them. Jessie smirked glancing back down to Kittrina, then back to Olive “Hey cupcake, aren’t you a pretty thing.” He said winking at the girl. She bit her lip giggling a bit. “Love birds, ha, that’s funny.” He said as he closed the door behind him making his way passed Kittrina down the stairs. He stopped half way looking back up at Kit “Hey babe, you coming or what.” His tone was taunting, before he made his way down the rest of the stairs and rounded into the kitchen.