In Benja We Trust, In Bacca We Must.[Merome+Skylox]

4. Issues

(Wow, almost twenty reads! Thanks guys! Quick question, do y'all want more Skylox or more Merome? Also, what else would you like to see? Please comment :D)

Sky's POV

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As Ty and I ate our cheese and pepperoni pizza, I couldn't help but take a look at Ty. He was so cute. His eyes shone with happiness, and an easy smile was on his face.

"Hey, why are you staring?", Ty asked, blushing.

"I-Er, I just um think t-that your kinda of c-cute.", I stammered, embarrassed.

"Really?", Ty asked, somewhat shocked.

"Um, yeah.", I replied.

I leaned in to kiss him, to prove my point, and of course, my phone went off. Just my wonderful luck. I backed up quickly, blushing heavily.

"Hello?", I said into the phone.

"Er, Sky? It's Mitch, I need advice.", Mitch answered.

"Why?", I asked, wondering what the Canadian needed.

"Well, it's a long story..."

Jerome's POV

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The second I snapped at Mitch, I immediately felt horrible. What a great friend I am! I should just stop bothering him. I wonder if he realises how worthless his best friend really is. I don't deserve to be Mitch's friend, let alone date him. First, I ruin things with Jasmine, now I ruin things with Mitch! I'm such a fuck-up. Maybe he'd be happy if I told him? He did seem to be pushing for it earlier. However, he'd hate me as soon as I would tell him. I don't want to lose what I already have. I think that'd crack me right down the middle at this point.

After Mitch and I reached my house, we hung out for a bit. It was getting late.

"Er ba-Mitch, I'm gonna go to bed. You can get my bed, I'll get the couch.", I said.

"You sure? I'm happy on the couch, biggums.", he replied.

"Yeah, it's cool dood, go to bed.", I argued. He laughed and walked away. I needed a moment to myself, anyways. I headed into my bathroom, and found my razor, rolling up my sleeve, preparing to cut. I needed this. One, two, three for me. Four, five, six for Mitch. Seven, eight, nine for Jenna. A door opened.

"What the- JEROME? What are you doing?", Mitch screamed, seeing the razor in my hand and the scars on my wrist.

(Big thanks to JennaSandwiches!)