Cupid's Victim (J-Dog x Leona Williams) || By: emoangel28

Chapter 4: Mental Issues

        After school I headed home and just waited for Jorel to text me as I was drawing. I didn’t want to text him because I didn’t want to annoy him. This is a comment though that runs through my head with any one. It was 6 pm and I had just finished dinner. My phone went off and I quickly checked it. ‘J-Dog’ popped up. I smiled and sat at my desk.
(This mental to be funny so I'm sorry if this offends you)
J-Meet me in my treehouse @7:00 pm okay?
L-Why?
J-So I can kidnap you and murder you. NO. So we can work on our project.
L-OOOOO REALLY!! Can you make my death painful????
J-LOL. Of course how else would I do it?
L-Okay be there in an hour.
J-Could we do a double homicide like where we kill each other?
L-You betcha.
        I’m smiling like a maniac. I look in his room with no sign of him. I get up and throw on actual clothes. I have on a black hoodie and cargo pants like usual. (Yes I'm emo if you haven't realized) I redo my make-up and by the time I’m done it's 6:55 so I head out to the back yard and sure enough Jorel is leaning against the fence that separates our yards. He looks at me and smiles. “Hello” he said plainly. I waved and he opened the gate to let me through. As I'm climbing up the latter he starts talking. “Are you ready to get murdered?” he squeezed my hips. I squealed and dropped. He caught me. “Shit sorry did I hurt you?” he asked. “No I just drop whenever someone touches my sides.” I regret saying that because an evil grin spread across his face. “Please don't,” I pleaded. “I won't,” he said. I didn’t believe him. I look at him. “I don’t trust you.” “Oh my god.” he picked me up and set me on his shoulders with ease. I was surprised. He started to walk up the latter. We got into the treehouse and I sat on the ground. He plopped down on the mattress on the ground. “This is more comfortable if you want to sit here.” he patted the bed. I sat on the bed and we started to work on the project.
        It was almost 7:30 when he started asking questions and wanting to get to know me. “What is your favorite color?” he asked. I looked up at him. “Sometimes it's purple, other times it's green. What about you?” I see him thinking. “Probably red.” He said. “It matches your eyes.” I replied he smiled. “What's your dog’s name?” “Grace.” I reply. “Thats cute if you don’t mind me asking why you need her?” I stop breathing for a moment. I start to freak out. this conversation took a turn. I don’t like talking about it. I started tapping. “Hey, it's okay. If you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to.” His voice was soft and he put his hands on mine. “I’m broken too,” he said. I look at him. Not like me you aren't. I tell myself. “Not like me” I say in a hushed voice. He looks at me concerned “I won’t judge you” He pleaded. I look at him and his eyes. I love his eyes, they are so beautiful. I inhale deeply. “Well for starters I have really bad depression and anxiety. If I have an anxiety attack it can lead to a seizure because I have epilepsy. Most times it will cause me to have ticks. My ticks come from my tourettes. I also have schizophrenia. Those are my main problems. Along with PTSD. I have been on edge lately though because my mom died four months ago. So it is really easy for me to go very the edge.” He just looked at me for a second. Then he pulled me close to him and he hugged me. It surprised me at first but then I hugged him back. I inhaled his scent. Which he smelt like pot and this cologne that calmed me down. We sat there for a moment in silence and cuddled. I pulled out of the hug. “Thanks I really needed that.” I said. “Any time” He smiled. “You aren't an asshole” I blurted out. He looked at me confused. “I’m glad you think so,” he said. “Faith told me that you are the biggest asshole she has met.” I explained. “Thats funny because she hasn't really met me. She just sits and watches and she doesn't do anything or ask what happened. She isn’t like us so she wouldn’t understand.” “Yeah I can see her doing that. Is that why Vannessa hates you too?” I asked. He lightly laughed. “No, I used to date Vanessa. She is just jealous that I’m hanging out with you that's it.” I nodded my head. We sat there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward silence it was calming silence. I leaned my head against his shoulder. He put his arm around me to pull me as close to him as possible. “Your cool Leona Williams. Like in a weird way, but still cool.” He said lightly. “You’re not too bad yourself Jorel Decker.” he huffed out a laugh. “Not too bad? I’m freaking AWESOME!” He exaggerated his words on the ‘freaking awesome’ part. I giggled. “Anything to help you sleep at night love.” I patted his head. He scrunched up his face. I smiled “You’re not a germaphobe or something are you?” I tried to impersonate him. He started to laugh. “No I just don’t like being touched.” He tried to impersonate me. I smack his chest. “Hey now I actually don’t feel comfortable being touched by humans.” I defend myself “Oh yeah then why am I touching you now?” he asked. “One: you’re not human” I joked. “Two: if you were human that just means you’re special.” I looked up at him. “YAY! I'M SPESHUL!” he said in a funny voice. I laughed really hard.
        We joked around for a while then we realized that it was almost 10 pm. As I was leaving I said “Good bye my special boy” then I patted his head. He didn’t scrunch up his face this time. “Good night broken girl” I smiled then walked into my yard then into my room. I sat on the bed and started to doodle. My phone buzzes. I picked it up and looked at it.
J-Whatcha drawing?
L-Why are you peeking in my window?
J-It’s kinda hard not to. You’re too interesting.
        I smile and look out my window and there he was on the edge of his bed without a shirt on. I was trying to figure out what his tattoo was.
L-What is the tattoo on your chest?
J-I’ll tell you if you tell me what you’re drawing. Maybe I’ll get it tattooed.
L-I don’t think that you want my eight best friends tattooed on your body.
J-I don’t know are they hot?
L-They are all boys so it depends on who you're talking to. To me yes. Yes they are all hot and cute.
J-Can I see?
L-Can I see your tattoo?
J- *He sends a picture of the tattoo on his chest* It says Cupids Victim
L-*I send a picture of a group of friends.* from left to right: Theo, Nate, Mason, Tyrell, Michael, Dominic, Louis (Louie not Lewis) and Ben.
J-Damn you’re good at drawing.
L-Thank you. So do you think you would put them on your body? They won’t mind, I guarantee you. Except maybe Louis and definitely Theo.
J-Nah I think I’m good lol.
L-You have a lot of tattoos.
J-Do you happen to have any tattoos?
L-Yes I do. *I send him a couple of my tattoos*
J-My favorite one is the cat. I love Kitties!
L-Oh my god you’re such a dork.
J-I have one too.
L-And on that note I say goodbye
J-Oh come on it was a joke
L-I have a doctors appointment tomorrow so Good night curly.
J-Fine Good night
        I took one more glance out my window and he looked up at me. I smiled and layed down. He turned off his light and layed down as did I. I watched him as he watched t.v This isn’t creepy necessarily because I lay on my right side which happens to be facing the windows. He will also occasionally glance in my direction.