Jack groaned and pouted from the other side of Cami’s ear, shaking slightly as they hugged and pulling back to take a good look at her. He’d followed her on every available social media outlet, obviously, but seeing her in person was so different. Her pores were practically nonexistent. Perfect bitch. “It has been forever, it’s been, like, years.” Literally. Wow. He worried about her a lot. He told her so, but not with words. He put it in her head like a blanket, just like old times, a soothing little It’ll be okay for her to have and hold. “Hey, hey, hey,” he admonished, bringing them to the couch and some blankets. “Think warm thoughts, I’ll make some white tea.” He got up and walked into the kitchen. What did she do this time, babe? And have you been feeling okay? Honey or syrup for the tea?
Warm thoughts. She thought of....shit. She hadn’t had many warm thoughts in years. Only cold, cruel, thoughts. Back-stabbing, throat tearing, and cat scratching thoughts. As she sat she could feel everything freezing around her. God why am I so bad at this? She noticed Jack was talking to her, something unfamiliar but all too familiar at the same time and she took a deep breath. What didn’t she do, Jacky? She is evil A cruel, cruel, cold, woman. But this time she went too far because apparently I went too far. Even though I wouldn’t have gone too far if she would just listen to me instead of forcing me to do those shows. Over and over and it’s just so.....honey, please. You’re a peach.
