forum Talk About Double Trouble

Started December 13, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Me. I say so." Zenith smirks. He boops her nose back.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. You win. This time anyways." She groaned. (OOOOOH have the guy that's hitting on him walk in to like play video games or something and Evelyn and Zenith are all cuddled together…let's start some trouble)

Zenith smiles. "I'm on a winning streak!"

(Oh heck yes)

There's a knock on the door. "Hey Zen, Katsumi told me you were looking for sample of you blood, did you accidently cut yourself with your sword again?" A teen's voice asks.

Zenith glances over at the door. "Uh, no, I'm- I'm fine, thanks."

The door handle makes a clicking sound as the person on the other side tries to open it. "Zen, open this door." The voice demands.

Zenith glances away. "How about no."

There's murmured whispers on the other side.

The door click open, and Katsumi smirks and moves out of the way. "Lock pick." She explains before leaving.

An 18 year old boy with soft brown hair is there, and they step into the room. "Zen are you-" He cuts himself off when he sees Evelyn.

"HELLO!" She waves, then returns her arms back around Zenith all cuddled around him. "And yes, yes you are on a winning streak, but there's still a few more levels for me to make a come back!" She sassed with a bright smile, truly happy here.

The brunets eyes widen. "I- Zenith, wha- what's going on?" He stutters.

Zenith grins. "This is Evelyn." He explains.

The teen has a clearly forced smile. "Hi. I'm John." He greets through gritted teeth.

"I'm gonna tell you what I told Zenith. Don't lie. I don't much like liars." She nuzzled him a bit, seeing his anger and jealousy as clear as day. It didn't bother her though. She liked it, in a way.

John glares at her, still false smiling. "My name is John. Zenith can confirm." He ignores what she's actually trying to say.

Zenith nods. "Yeah, he's John. I looked him up and researched him because I thought he was evil. Turns out he's not."

"You get what I mean, JOHN." She sassed, sitting up. "Look. If I'm causing trouble then I'll just go. Jealousy is a dangerous thing John. I'd be careful with it. It can absolutely ruin those you truly care about." She sighed, put on her shirt, and stretched a bit, preparing to leave.

John glares at Evelyn for a moment, then sighs. Under his breath he murmurs, "At least she's not Jayden." He hesitates another moment before sighing again. "Hurt him and I'll tell Katsumi and Crystal. By the time they're done with you, there won't be a body to bury." He says stiffly, before turning around and walking out.

Zenith blinks, looking between the door and Evelyn. "Whats going on?"

"So. Basically. John is in love with you, but wants to give you space and freedom of choice so he's not going to press himself on you, and wants you live freely without anything pressing on you. I personally think that that's hurting you. Trust me, I know the look of a jealous and in love man. He wants to make sure you are safe and cared for. So. I'm gonna go, and let you make up your mind and think. Unless you want me to stay here and help…"

Zenith blinks, visibly confused. "John likes me???" He blinks several more times. "But he's just a friend." He looks so confused its almost sad. He hesitates a moment, but then he quietly murmurs, "Please don't go."

She nodded and sat next to him, pulling him close. "Oh you doof, it's so obvious he likes you." She rolled her eyes and sighed, holding him tight. "Friends can want to be more than just friends. And sometimes friends can love their friends in a friendly or even familial way. It's all very confusing I know. If you have questions, please ask me." She kissed his cheek softly and hummed a little.

Zenith sighs. "I have so many questions I don't even know where to begin." He sounds hopelessly lost.

"Well. Just say a general question and we'll go from there into the specifics. Everything is confusing and new, I know." She sighed and sat in his lap. "Sorry I'm always little spoon."

Zenith tilts his head. "You're not a spoon."

"Spooning is a type of cuddling. Big spoon is the taller spoon, in the back, and then the smaller person is little spoon. Though if the little spoon is cuddling the big spoon it's called Jetpacking. I think it's the cutest name for cuddling ever." She smiled a bit.

Zenith nods, deep in thought. "Why are there names for cuddling?"

"Dunno. I think it's like, separation. Cuddling is an umbrella term, and the names are the specifics. Sorta like how yes there are colors of the rainbow, but there's a different name for each color that makes UP the rainbow." She nodded, surprised at herself even for how smart she sounded.

Zenith nods. "Okay, that makes sense. Like when you say 'weapon' that could be anything from a gun to a chainsaw to a sword." He sounds remarkably proud of himself for the metaphor. "There are different types so you have to categorize them."

She nods. "Yup! It's that way with a lot of things. And it's that way with love too. Love is an umbrella term, but your friends can love you and care without wanting to be in a relationship, your family loves you, but not in the way that a boyfriend or girlfriend can love you. Though just like with the colors, sometimes friend love and relationship love can mix together to make something new, or just turn into relationship love."

Zenith nods. "That makes sense." He pauses a moment. Quietly he says, "I'm not used to love."

"I am. I'll be here to guide you and help you, even if you don't love me. That's okay. I'm used to that to. Being used. Fake love. Some people will pretend love or not love at all because they are pretty, or they just want the sex. And love can turn to hate, if it's not true enough. It's all really confusing I know." She was trying to cover up a lot of depressive things with her explanations and examples, and she hoped he wouldn't pick up on them or ask about it.

Zenith frowns, a sad look in his eyes. "I wouldn't use you. I know what it's like to be used." He sighs. "Its not a nice feeling. I- I never want anyone to experience that. No one deserves to experience that." Then he tilts his head. "What's sex?"

(I'm so sorry but it's what he would say.)

"THAAAAAAAAAAAT'S a discussion for another day. Don't ask anyone, I'll tell you eventually but things get super complicated there and I don't want to worry and confuse your mind to much." She kisses his forehead. "Anyways. Ask somethin' else. I'm experienced in all sortsa stuff." She sighed and put her head on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her. There was a need of safety and comfort, in case he decided to touch more on her past and depressive self. She had decided that honesty was the best policy with this dork.

Zenith nods. "Okay. What's hate?"