Forever Is A Long Time

Talking Is Part Of This

"Jenna?" He said for the 5th time today. "What?" I answered back, annoyed. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He said sympathetically.

I looked over at him, got up from where I was sitting and went to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. That's the last time I saw him until midnight.

He came home and walked right into my room, laying down next to me and wrapping his arm protectively around me. He reeked of alcohol so I knew he'd been messing around with people again, he always does when he's drunk. I took his arm and threw it off of me, going down to the guest room and falling asleep.

I woke up and went to the kitchen to find that Damien was gone and left me a note. 'Since we're currently not speaking and you're pissed at me id like to point out the fact that this was supposed to be a joke to get back at the one person I just slept with. Even more pissed? Good. Hey, I heard that make up sex is really fucking amazing. -D'

What a fucking prick.

I decided to leave the house and let my mind clear itself from all the current events. I walked down to the park and sat on a bench, watching the little kids as they played with each other, laughing, having fun.

I wish I could be a kid again. I'd have no cares in the world whatsoever besides who my friends were gonna be at the lunch table at the beginning of the school year. Those were good years.

Being an adult sucks. I hate it to no end.

I watched as one little boy went up to a girl and gave her a flower, then picked up another flower and gave it to a different girl. The first girl looked so hurt. She threw her flower on the ground, went up to the little boy that have it to her, screamed in his face, and pushed him into the sandbox.

She took a stand.

I started thinking to myself, and I got the perfect idea.

I came home and Damien was sitting at the table. I walked up to him and handed him a Michael Khors watch. "As an it's okay for being an asshole gift." He took it and looked at it as I walked away.

"Wow thanks Jenna!" I looked over my shoulder and said, "Oh don't think about it too much, gave Eric the same one as you." Then I walked away.

"Who the hell is Eric?" He screamed at me down the hall. I quickly changed into a skimpy red dress and platform heels, touching up my makeup and curling the ends of my hair to give it volume, walking out of my room. "Eric's my new boyfriend, you'll probably meet him sometime. I mean, now that I live here, you'll probably hear a lot from us."

With that I walked out of the house, grabbing my purse and my keys, and I went to the bar.

When I got there I saw a bunch of guys I could use as an Eric. I sat down next to a really cute guy and ordered a drink. He noticed me and asked my name. I told him. I asked what his was. You'll never fucking guess. "Damien." As soon as he said that I got up and went to a different table, sitting across from another cute guy.

"Can I help you?" He asked. "Yeah actually, I need to make my ex jealous, wanna help me?? I just need you to be Eric for tonight alright?" I said. "Well considering that's my actual name then yes." He replied.

I covered my mouth with my hand, "That's really your name?!" He laughed. "Nah, it's Ben. But for you, it's Eric. Now tell me, how do you want me to do this?"

Damien's P.O.V.

I know I made her mad but the thought of her with another guy makes me boil up inside like I didn't fulfill a duty or something. We weren't actually dating but I feel like I should've taken it a bit more seriously than I did.