I walked into my apartment, still thinking about Michael.
Christian was on my couch, like usual, and I greeted him with a small peck on the cheek. "You'll never guess who showed up at work today."
He stifled a laugh. "Lemme guess. The love of your life."
My eyes got wide. "How'd you know Michael was there?"
He furrowed his brow and his smile faded. "I...I was talking about me," he said as more of a question. "Michael was there? What did he say? Does he want you back?"
I shrugged. I couldn't deal with this. "Just-just let me get my shit together and I'll explain everything at dinner. Okay? What Michael said isn't important. I couldn't just drop my life and go with him on tour anyway."
"What about tour?"
"Christian, I am about two seconds away from ripping your tiny little dick off and feeding it to your neighbor's dog," I snapped. "So just shut up."
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Dinner was terrible. Christian kept pushing me to tell him what Michael said.
"Why can't I know? I'm your boyfriend. I deserve to know."
"OH MY GOD," I yelled, drawing all the attention to us. I could feel everybody's eyes on me, but I didn't care. I was done. With everything. With everyone. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP?! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW ANYTHING. YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND ANYMORE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU EVER TECHNICALLY WERE. YOU'RE JUST A TRASHY ASS FUCKBOY AND I DON'T LOVE YOU. I KNOW THERE'S A RING IN YOUR POCKET, BUT MY ANSWER IS NO. I WILL NOT SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU. YOU SUCK."
The room was silent. There wasn't even a cricket. You could hear the tiniest crumb of bread drop if you listened.
I stood there, looking at Christian. Tears streamed down my face.
He stared back at me blankly. Then, he opened his mouth slightly. "Jeez, are you on your period or something?"
That was the last straw. I clenched my jaw and my fists and hit him so hard in the nose that he lost consciousness.
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Clifford the Red Headed Big Shot
FanfictionSEQUEL TO CLIFFORD THE GREEN HAIRED GUY "You're a big shot now. You don't need me. I'll just drag you down." "It's not called dragging me down. It's called keeping me grounded."
