Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 32

 I was glad for Jaya's company.

I'd got back from Manchester the night before - but I just couldn't get on with my life, like Jonah had asked me too. Jaya had came round and found me crying in my bedroom and had bugged me until I told her what was wrong. I couldn't stop myself - I explained everything. Where I'd found Jonah. What he'd done before he'd lived with me. What he'd been like, how broken and scared and vunerable he must've felt. She'd hugged me until I stopped crying and then took me into the living room. That's where we were sitting now. She'd made us both coffee, apparantely to calm my nerves. It wasn't working - everytime I picked up the cup my hands were shaking so much that I came dangerously close to spilling coffee over my hands and the coffee table.

Jaya reached out and squeezed my hand suddenly. "You okay?" She asked.

"No," I replied, weakly.

"You really love him, don't you?" She said. I nodded, swallowing. She sat beside me and hugged me close to her.

"Never mind," She said. "There'll be others. And you never know. Maybe he'll come back to you."

"Doubt it. He said Blain would most likely never let him out of the house on his own again," I said, sighing.

"I dunno what to do, Luke..." She said. "Tell you what. How about tomorrow, you and I will get the train to Brighton the way we used to with Mum, eh? We'll have a fun day out, brother and sister style."

"Sure. Sounds great," I said, flatly. I wasn't deliberately being a dick. I was just so damn depressed. Jaya sighed dejectedly but kept her arms around me. I wished they were Jonah's arms. "So. D'you have anything you wanna talk about? Any girls or teachers you fancing having a bitch over?"

"Not really," She sighed.

"Well. Do you have any juicy gossip for me?" I asked. I was trying to make conversation - but she laughed.

"Luke, look at me," She stood up. "Do I look like the gossipy sort?"

I looked her up and down, taking in her dyed pink hair and clothing; the long white and purple striped vest top, the black skinny jeans, the purple ballet pumps, the fake nerd glasses, the lightning bolt necklace and the purple and white checked scarf. I chuckled slightly. "I guess not. You never really were a girly-girl, were you?"

"Nope," She shrugged sitting back down beside me. "Kerrang over Hello magazine and Toy Story over Sleeping Beauty, that's me."

"Toy Story?" I replied, chuckling slightly.

"Yep. Buzz Lightyear is my dream man. Hands down, no competition. Always Buzz," She smiled. 

"Isn't he eleven inches of plastic toy?" I replied, grinning.

"That's all you need, Lukey boy, that's all you need," She winked at me and I laughed. "And anyway, to be fair, it used to be Russel Brand. But then he got married, so Buzz got promoted from number two to number one."

"You are so weird." I chuckled. "So what does your whole fashion kaboodle make you, then? Emo? Scene?"

"No way!" She said, sounding slightly offended. "I, my dear man, am a Rainbow Disciple. I follow the ways of Neon."

"Rainbow Dis..." I began. Then I shook my head. "Is that even a real thing?"

"Yeah. Well. No. Maybe," She shrugged. "I don't know."

"Ugh. How are we even related?" I shoved her playfully. "You're such a creep."

"Says you, mister Run-Around-With-A-Flowerpot-On-My-Head-And-A-Towel-Cape-Calling-Myself-FlowerPotTowelCapeMan." She laughed.

"Hey, I did that when I was about nine," I defended myself

"Yeah, up until you were about sixteen,"  She pointed out.

"Not sixteen!" I protested. Then I grinned sheepishly. "Maybe fourteen."

"Exactly. And you have the nerve to call me weird," She grabbed a straw from an earlier glass of milkshake and poked me with it. "And now I stab you with my almighty stabbymajigger."

"Argh! No! It's the stabbymajigger!" I rolled around on the sofa in mock agony and terror until we both burst out laughing. "Yeah, I guess you're right, we're both pretty retarded." I was still giggling weakly.

"Totally," She replied. "I'm gonna make more coffee, you want some?"

"God, Jay, I think your a caffine addict," I said, as she stood up. She pointed at me with the straw.

"I am not addicted. I can stop anytime I want," She said.

"Okay then. Stop," I challegened, raising one eyebrow.

"I said anytime I want," She giggled. "So, d'you want some coffee or not?"

"Yeah, might as well," I sighed. "Thanks."

"No problemo," She replied, winking. Just as she left the room there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" She called. I heard her gasp as she opened the door, then lots of excited whispering. She stucked her head back around the living room door. "Er... Luke? There's someone here to see you..." She stepped aside.

"Hi, Lukey Bear," He was soaked to the skin, shivering with the cold, sniffling as if he'd been crying and had slimy tear trails down his cheeks. But he was there.



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