Happy Chinese New Year

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I followed Jamia into the frat house as the party was in full swing. People around us were drinking and laughing and shouting. I looked at Frank nervously as we went out to the backyard. People out here were doing a kegstand and there was a big bonfire.

"Andy!" Jamia cheered.

Andy walked over, smiling happily with a red solo cup in his hand. He leaned down, giving Jamia a soft kiss.

"Hey, Beautiful, I almost thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"We were running a bit late, I couldn't find shoes to match my outfit," she said.

"Well, you look absolutely gorgeous," Andy said. "Hey, I'm Andy."

"Frank," my boyfriend said, his chest puffed out slightly as they shook hands

"Wow, are you Mia's ex or something?" Andy asked. "You seem quite protective and if not for Jamia then for him."

"Oh, uh Frank just has a sort of jealousy problem," Jamia said.

"What is he jealous of?" He asked.

Jamia looked at me and I shook my head.

"I'm just jealous of there being a new man in Jamia's life because she's one of my best friends and I just want her to be safe and happy," Frank said.

We all knew that he was jealous of Andy because of what we talked about when Jamia first came over.

"I promise I'll take good care of her," Andy said. "And you must be Gerard, I've heard a lot about you."

I shook his hand and he smiled.

"You three want a drink?" Andy asked. "There's kegs around and there's a cooler by the backdoor with other drinks."

"Anything that's not alcoholic?" Frank asked.

"Uh, there might be some pop in the fridge but probably not," Andy said.

I went to the cooler and grabbed a beer from the pile of drinks that was surrounded by ice..

"Are you sure about that?" Frank asked.

I ignored him, taking the cap off to take a drink. We sat by Jamia and Andy near the bonfire and I glanced at Jamia's red solo cup no doubt filled with alcohol.

"You're not drinking, Frank?" Andy asked.

"No, I guess I'm the designated driver," Frank said.

"Well, you two can just crash here if you want," Andy offered. "I've got a fold out couch in my room you two can sleep on."

"Not together," I said quickly.

"It's okay for two guys to share a bed together," he said. "It doesn't have to be gay or anything to share a bed."

"W-we won't share a bed," I said.

Frank looked down sadly, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Well, you two are still free to crash here if you want," Andy said. "We've also got a bunch of couches in the basement but some other people might be crashing down there too. I don't know, I just want you guys to have fun because you're Jamia's best friends. I feel like I'm meeting her parents and trying to impress you guys."

"You're so cute," Jamia muttered.

"You're even cuter," Andy said. "And you are the most beautiful girl here."

Jamia giggled as Andy kissed her cheek.

"You two are so cute," I muttered as I smiled.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Frank said. "Come with me?" 

I followed him to the bathroom and he pulled me in urn him, locking the door.

"Frank, this looks suspicious, someone might think we're gay," I said.

"You are gay, Baby," Frank said.

"They don't need to know that," I mumbled.

Frank held my hips, gently pressing his lips against mine as he pressed me against the counter. I didn't really want to do anything but Frank seems like he did and I just wanted to make him happy, he should get something for being in this shitty relationship.

"I love you," he muttered, his lips moving to suck on my neck.

I reached down and cupped the bulge in his jeans, hearing his soft moans. It seemed like soon enough I was bent over the counter. There was that emptiness again, the vast nothing as Frank pounded into me from behind, trying his best to stifle his moans. I was just glad the mirror wasn't right in front of me so he couldn't see the tears running down my cheeks. I was just filled with nothing, completely empty inside as numbness ran through my body. I think the worst part was that Frank didn't even notice. I just wanted to feel something again.

"Fuck," he muttered as he finished inside me before pulling out.

"I-I'm gonna stay here for a bit and wash my face and stuff," I muttered. "I'll go meet you out with Jamia and Andy."

"You sure?" Frank asked and I nodded. "Alright, I love you."

He kissed the back of my head before he left. I pulled my pants up, crying quietly as I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest. I finally got up, wiping the tears off my cheeks. I made my way to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer. I walked around, wandering up to the third floor. I found the door to the attic and climbed the ladder before pulling it closed behind me.

It was dark and quiet and empty up here as I cried, drinking the beers quickly. I had never really drank before so I had no tolerance built up, causing the alcohol to fill me up quickly as things began to get fuzzy. I just sobbed, making my way to the window. I climbed out onto the roof and sniffled as I stood at the edge. I just had to jump and then everything would be okay again.

"Hey! That kid's gonna jump!" Someone shouted.

It became rather silent as people looked up at me. I saw Frank rush into the house and could see Jamia crying as Andy held her to his chest.

"Hey, Baby," Frank said.

He was already at the window. How'd he get here so fast?

"Come on, let's come inside," he said.

"N-no, I can't," I whimpered. "I-I can't do this anymore."

"Baby, Baby, it's gonna be okay," Frank said. "We can go home and snuggle and sleep and then we can talk about this in the morning."

"No, I can't," I denied.

I took a swig from my bottle, looking down at the concrete beneath me.

"I have to jump," I said.

"No you don't," Frank said.

"I do," I insisted.

"You'll probably only break a bone from this height," Frank said.

I bit my lip as I looked down. Maybe if I land the right way...

"Baby, come on, what about Jamia and me?" He asked.

I glanced at Jamia but frowned when I couldn't see her in the yard anymore.

"Gee, Baby, come take my hand," he said.

I sniffled, turning around to face him and take his hand when I lost my footing. I slipped off the side of the roof but managed to grab onto the gutter as I heard Frank scream. I couldn't fall this way, I wouldn't die this way. Someone on the third floor grabbed my waist, pulling me in through a window.

I looked up at Andy as he helped to set me on the ground. Frank came running down, wrapping his arms around me. Andy pulled us into his room and Frank sobbed, clutching onto me.

"I love you, Baby, I love you so much," he cried. "P-please don't do that."

Frank gave me a soft kiss, wiping away my tears.

"Come on, I think you should sleep this off," Andy said.

He helped me into his bed and I whimpered as I curled up under the blanket.

"It's okay," Frank whispered. "Everything's gonna be okay."

He ran his fingers through my hair, crying quietly as he sat beside me.

"You can stay here for the night," Andy offered.

"No, I-I can't," I denied. "I gotta leave."

"No, Baby, I think you should stay here," Frank said quietly. "Come on, we can cuddle if you want."

I shook my head, moving out of the bed. I curled up in the corner, crying heavily as I held my knees to my chest.

"C-can we be alone for a bit?" Frank asked.

Andy and Jamia both nodded.

"Alright, there's a mini fridge next to my dresser with some water in it," Andy said.

They left us alone and Frank came over, pressing a bottle of water to my lips.

"Come on, you need to drink some water," he said. "You has too much beer you should have some water."

I shook my head, pushing it away.

"Baby, you need to drink some water," he said.

I sniffled, taking a few small sips.

"Everything is gonna be okay," he whispered.

"N-no it's not," I cried. "Everything is just complete fucking shit. It isn't going to get Fucking better. It's all just Fucking shit. It's only going to be worse when we break up."

"Hey, we aren't gonna break up," Frank said softly. "I love you so much, we're fate."

"Fate isn't fucking real, Frank," I snapped. "You just happened to move into the house next to me. It isn't Fucking Fate and we aren't going to fucking stay together forever. It's just coincidence. We aren't meant to be, we are going to break up."

"No, Baby, no, d-don't say that," he whimpered.

"It's true," I muttered. "You hate me because I'm always Fucking up and you have to take care of me."

"No, no, I love you," he said. "And you don't fuck up, you don't. I love you so much."

Frank showered my face in kisses and I shook my head, pushing away from him.

"Leave me alone," I said.

"No, Baby—"

"Frank, leave me the fuck alone already," I interrupted.

Frank sniffled, kissing my cheek

"I love you," he whispered.

Frank stood up reluctantly before walking out of the room. Jamia came in not long after, tucking me into Andy's bed as I quickly passed out.