This Love (Paige Bueckers)

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narrative

Paige pov

"CAITLIN!!" a scream wakes me up. im laying in Iris's bed and spring up to see the bedroom door wide open. I just realized that today is the day that Caitlin is coming to visit.

"who's your room?" I hear her ask.

I look down and memories of last night flood back into my brain.

im naked. and Caitlin is here. about to walk into the room. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

"is it paaaaaige?" Caitlin says, about to walk in the room.

"no!" Iris yells.

I reach onto the floor to grab the duvet to cover my body but Caitlin walks in a few seconds before I can cover myself.

"SHIT!" she yells.

"umm, hi Clark!" I say embarrassed.

"don't call me Clark."

"I've always called you Clark," I laugh.

"someone else calls me Clark and I would like for you to stop," she says.

"is it kaaaaate?" I smile.

"YOU TOLD HER??" Caitlin yells at Iris.

"im sorry!" she puts her hands up.

"im going to get back to point," she pauses. "why the fuck are you naked right now? in her room. in the morning. after spending the night."

"anyone ever teach you about the birds and the bees?" I ask.

"EW!" she yells. "FUCK! THATS SO GROSS!"

"Caitlin!" Iris yells. "it's beautiful! circle of life! making love is a beautiful concept!"

"yeah," I say. "your tits bouncing in my face is a great concept!"

"PAIGE!" Iris yells.

"sorry," I laugh.

"no," Iris says. "you're not making the situation better."

"im sorry!" I hold my hands in the air.

"please leave," iris says to me.

"what?"

"leave," she repeats.

"why?" I ask.

"im sick of you making situations worse!" she yells. "anytime some sort of situation escalates, you always do something to make it worse!"

"please," I beg. "im sorry, I'll stop."

"leave, Bueckers." she says one last time.

"fuck you, Iris," I say. "lecturing me about making shit worse and then calling me that?" I pause. "fuck. you."

I walk out, tears running down my cheeks.

Iris pov

"fuck!" I yell, throwing a pillow across the room.

Caitlin is standing in the corner with her hands by her sides.

"are you okay?" she asks, walking toward me.

"no!" I yell. "im not okay!"

"what can I do for you?" she asks.

"I don't know," I say. "im so fucking stupid!"

"no you're not, Iris," Caitlin assures me. "you had every reason to be upset."