Romeo And Juliet Roller Coaster
Author: C.C Phoenixx

Chapter 11
So Stoned

"Bam, my sister's coming in."

I looked over at him in the passenger seat of my car. "When?" I asked, flipping another page of my magazine. It's been a week since the pool incident and his sister was supposed to come the day after. She never showed and he never told me why. Now was my time to pry.

We were sitting in an abandoning parking lot while Jude was smoking his third blunt since we'd left Tyrone's. His feet were kicked up on the dashboard and his chair put back, his head lolling to the side slightly as he blew a perfect ring of white smoke from his lips, then brought the blunt to his mouth and took a drag, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out and licking his lips.

"Tonight," he drawled, looking over at me with beat-red and glazed eyes.

He was so stoned. "Is that why you're getting so baked?"

He just chuckled and sighed, taking another puff and blowing smoke rings out of his mouth. "Yeah," he muttered.

"But I thought you couldn't wait to see her?" I said.

"Fuck," he grunted, "Bam, she's a lesbian."

I look over at him and cocked a brow. "What's wrong with that? Last time I checked you weren't homophobic."

I sat up in his seat and turned his whole body towards me as he said, "But she was straight the last time I saw her!"

I put my magazine aside and say, "That was four and a half years ago, Jude...things change."

"Here we go again," he sneered suddenly, his orangey eyes now stained with burst veins sharpened with anger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Change, Bam! Fuckin' change," he exploded, snubbing out his blunt and shoving it in his nearly empty Pepsi bottle. "Bam, I can't take this anymore," he growled, his eyes flashing as he got up in my face and said, "Things don't change this fast for normal people, Bam. My parents? Dead. Brother? Out of the picture, abandoned me. Sister? Moved to Tokyo and fuckin' left me alone by myself for four and a half years to go fuck some Tokian girl instead of hanging around with her little brother who needed her when no one else was there.  Bam, these things...Why do they happen to me?"

He was close to tears, I could see it. He was shaking and his face was getting red and his bottom lip was wobbling as he sat back and looked at some spot under the dash. With quivering fingers he reached into his back pocket for another blunt, trying to pull himself together as he did so.

I stopped him as he reached for the lighter in the center consul. He wouldn't even look at me as I put out a hand for the joint. "Bam..." he started to protest weakly.

But I took it from him and put it in the cup holder before I climbed from my seat to his and sat in his lap, pulling his face so he'd look me right in the eyes.

"I love you," was all I had to say before the tears began to run freely.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close for minutes on end as he silently heaved and cried with his arms around my shoulders and his face buried in my shoulder.

"I'm here for you, Jude," I whispered, stroking his back as I said it.

He shook his head as he murmured so softly that I almost didn't hear him, "No one ever is."

"Yeah, well I'm not 'no one', love," was the thing that slipped through my lips before I tipped his head up and kissed him on the mouth.

Salt tears mixed with the strong taste of pot and Pepsi. That's what Jude tasted like and I loved his taste even more as his tongue collided with mine and explored my mouth making me moan slightly.

Then he slowly pulled away and whispered, forehead against mine, "I love you, too, Bammie."

I smirked and pecked him on the lips before kissing away each tear on his face and saying, "C'mon, let's go meet your sister at the airport."

Jude looked at me with fear deep in his eyes.


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