Love, IntricateMature

Everything just gets a little complicated these days, with these damn teenage hormones.

The anguish in her eyes was nearly unbearable.  Streetlamps cast an eerie glow through the open window.  The light illuminated her face, making it seem more pallid than usual.  They sat on her bed with only the sound of her quiet sniffling.  Damien looked at her, pained, angry at the feeling of helplessness that washed over him.  He hated Sebastian for tormenting her this way.  What was it that he did to her that could turn her into this?  He felt a pang in his chest when he saw the glisten of tearstains on her cheeks.

“It hurts, Damien,” she was so quiet that it was a strain to hear her.  He yearned to take all her pain away.  He put his arm around her and she leaned against him.  She sobbed against his shoulder and he held her tightly.

“I know, Jenny, I know,” he soothed her, hoping to comfort her.  Damien held her close, running his free hand through her hair.  “Oh, Jynette…”

“Even now, it hurts.  While I’m curled up in bed crying over him, he’ll be thinking of her, talking to her, dreaming of her…” she whispered.  “I wish it would go away…”

“I want to make it go away for you,” he murmured.  Damien could feel fresh tears on his skin, soaking through his shirt.  “You deserve so much better…”

He hated watching her suffer; he couldn’t stand to see her in pain.  She cried harder and he held her more tightly.

“No,” she gasped through her sobs.  “I don’t.”

Damien closed his eyes.  “Jynette…”

“I don’t.”

He sighed.

And so, she wept.



He sat next to her, with his eyes closed.  He hadn’t slept.  He was far too worried about Jynette.  He didn’t know that she cried in her sleep.  It was heartbreaking for him to watch.  She was sound asleep, now, breathing deeply.  He looked over at her, then the clock.  It was obvious she had cried.  It was just past ten in the morning.

The door opened and who walked through the door was the last person Damien expected to ever see.

“Hey,” Sebastian said casually.  His expression gave him away.  There was surprise in the way his eyebrow was arched as he took in the sight; Jynette, sleeping peacefully beside Damien.  “What are you doing here?”

“You first,” Damien replied icily.

Sebastian shrugged.  “I was gonna spend some time with Jenny.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Yes, I was.  Jynette and I had plans, today.”

“What, you going to make her watch while you go on a date with your girlfriend?” he asked cynically.  The other boy regarded him coldly.

“No, today was just about her.  It was going to be us, alone.” Sebastian answered, leaning against the desk beside the bed.  “What are you doing here?”

“I spent the night,” he replied.  The eyebrow shot up again.  “I was comforting her, while she cried over you.” Damien’s tone was considerably cooler now.  Sebastian’s gaze was on the sleeping girl.  He crouched down by her, stroking her hair affectionately.

“Don’t touch her,” Damien growled.  “Don’t come near her.”

“Who are you to tell me to stay away from her?” he laughed mirthlessly.  “Jenny won’t like that, you know.  She wants me around.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants, she’s irrational.” Sebastian was getting on his nerves.

“She knows exactly what she wants,” he replied smoothly, a grin on his face.  “Me.”

“Asshole,” Damien spat.  “Stop playing with her.  She’s still in love with you.  What more do you want?”

“Who says I’m playing with her?” Sebastian answered, still caressing her hair.

Jynette stirred.  Both boys held their breaths as she opened her eyes.  She blinked sleepily a few times, and smiled a little.

“Sebastian?” she mumbled.  Sebastian smiled at her, stroking her face with his fingertips.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmured lovingly.  “Go back to sleep.”

She sighed contentedly.  “Okay…”

“I love you,” he whispered, brushing her dark hair away from her face.  Her eyes closed and she smiled wider.

“I love you, too…” she yawned, curling herself into a ball on her side.

Damien glared at him in disgust.  When they were sure she was asleep again, they spoke.

“You’re despicable,” Damien snapped.

“How so?” he asked innocently.

“You don’t love her,” Damien was working very hard to keep his voice down.  “You’re the sleaziest person in the world for doing this to her.  How do you sleep at night?”

“Easiest thing in the world; I think of her,” he murmured.  His eyes hadn’t left her visage.  “I regret what I did to her.  I live with the guilt.  But as long as I can make her smile, though, that’s what makes it more bearable.”

Damien was silent and Sebastian finally looked up at him.

“I do love her,” he said steadily.  “And she loves me.  You’re not going to change that.  She’s not going to fall in love with you, just because you’re here for her.” He laughed bitterly.  “She knows I still love her, that I’d still do anything for her.  Hell, Damien.  I think I’m falling--really falling--in love with her all over again.”

“You’re going to break her over and over again,” Damien whispered, shaking with rage.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Sebastian said softly.  “She’s strong.  Jynette is a big girl.  She doesn’t need you to baby her.”

“But she needs me to lean on.”

“Your shoulder, anyway,” he retorted.  “She tells me everything.”

“Did she tell you that she wishes she never loved you?” Damien asked simply.  Pain flashed across Sebastian’s jade coloured eyes.

“Yes.” He couldn’t find his voice.  “But has she told you that she wouldn’t take back all the time we’ve spent together?  That she doesn’t regret being with me?”

Damien was silent again.  Sebastian spoke once more, coldly.

“Whatever, man.  You ruined my day, you ruined her day.  I’m leaving.”

All Damien could do was laugh incredulously.  Sebastian shot him a look and leaned over Jynette, rubbing her shoulder.

“Sweetie,” he began softly.  “Wake up.”

She stirred, groaning.  “Nn…”

“It’s me, love,” he whispered.  “Time to wake…”

She opened her eyes slowly, yawning.  “Love?” she asked sleepily.

“Hey, you,” he smiled.  “I have to go now.”

She frowned.  “No.”

He chuckled.  “I’ll be back later, okay?”

“No.  Stay.” She was still half asleep, but pouting.  He kissed her forehead.

“I wish I could,” he squeezed her hand.

“Wait,” she was squirming to free herself from her blanket.  She sat up and was completely unaware that Damien was next to her.  She placed her hand on his face and he smiled, leaning forward, pressing his lips against hers, lightly.

Damien stopped breathing.

“Sleep well, love,” he murmured, watching as she lay down again, snuggling into her blanket.  His eyes flashed to Damien’s face and smirked.  He turned and left without another word.

The End

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