Hold On 'Til May - Fuenciado

Chapter Twenty-Five

[Jaime]

I sat down beside Vic, after coming back from the washroom. He had popped a movie into the DVD player for us to watch, and was just about to push play. He put down the remote and cuddled into my side, and I absent-mindedly put my arm around him. He smiled and stretched out his legs, hanging them over the side of the couch, then put his head in my lap. I looked down at him, and he was looking up at me with a smile. I gave him a smile back, then turned back to the movie, him doing the same. I really wasn't paying attention to the movie, just kind of staring, thinking about nothing.

[Vic]

I had seen this movie so many times I could probably recite every line, but I didn't care. I loved this movie and I knew Jaime didn't mind it, so we were watching it. I was cuddled up against Jaime, the man I love. Thank god nothing too bad happened to him... I wouldn't be able to live with myself i something had. Midway through the movie, I sat up, turning to face Jaime.

"What?" Jaime asked, looking at me.

"I'm hungry!" I complained. Jaime laughed at me then looked at the clock. I followed his gaze, noticing it was nearly ten. "Jaime," I dragged out the 'e', hoping to convince him to make me some food. "Get me something? Please?" Jaime just stared at me, so I put on my best pouty face, which caused him to laugh.

"Was that really necessary?" Jaime said, getting up. "I would have gotten you food without that," Jaime leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I smiled into the kiss then he pulled away, a soft smile on his face. "What would you like, princess?" He teased, so I put on a pouty face again.

"I'm pretty sure I'm just as much of a man as you are!" I replied.

"Oh yes," Jaime took a strand of my hair between his fingers. "You keep believing that, when you're always mistaken for a girl!" I glared at him. "But you make a very pretty princess, Vic!" Jaime said with a giggle, before running away to the kitchen, hopefully to get me something to eat, to make up for his meanness.

[Jaime]

I opened my eyes, annoyed because I woke up for the second time tonight. My arms were around Vic, who was fast asleep beside me. I looked over Vic's shoulder to check the time on the digital clock. I squinted my eyes, reading the numbers. It was almost four thirty. Great. I decided to get up, walk around a bit, since I wouldn't be staying asleep anyways. I walked into the washroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting down my face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, messing around with my hair, then decided I wanted to shower. Vic and I had already each showered earlier, but it always helped to calm me when I was in the shower. I stripped the thin fabrics I was wearing, turning on the water and stepping in. I started shampooing my hair. You'll never be good enough. I sighed, lathering the shampoo in my hair. Vic doesn't want you. Why would he want someone like you? I stepped under the stream of water coming from the shower head, washing the bubbles of  shampoo out of my hair. You should be dead. You deserve to be dead. You're pathetic. Just give up. Thoughts just kept going through my mind, and I couldn't help it. So much for a calming shower. I finished washing myself, and turned off the water. I flicked off as much water with my hands as I could, my hands running over my now-healed cuts. I looked down at my legs and sighed at the scars. Now that was one thing that was guaranteed to make things better... my blade.