End of Everything

Jamia's POV:

I woke up in Steve's room.
I was sleeping in his bed.

"Mmmm...
Steve?"
Was it a dream?

I looked at my wrists for rope burns.
Dried blood and burns.
Nope, not a dream.

"Steve?!"

I sat up and looked beside me.
Steve.
I shook him.
"Steve!"

"Huh,
What, sugar?"

"Why the hell am I not dead?
AM I IN HEAVEN?"

"No!
You're alive...
I shot that guy who had the gun."

I hugged him.

"Thanks...
Oh, I have to get my stuff from Bert's.
Now that I'm staying with you again."

"Okay."

I walked out the door and drove to the House of Assholes.

Bert's POV:

I heard the doorbell and ran to the door.

"Jamia?!
What the fuck?"

"I had a run-in with the murder people.
Steve killed the leader so I can go back to his house now."

"Okay.
Um,
Just go ahead and get your stuff."

I moved aside to let Jamia pass.

I sat down in a chair by the fireplace.

Jamia came downstairs, looking beautiful.

"Bye, Bert."

"Jamia?"

"Yes?"

I don't know what the hell I was doing, but I ran to her and kissed her.
She broke away quickly.
"Bert?
I..."

She ran out the door.

Fuck.

Frank's POV:

My phone rang.

"Oh, hey Bert."

"Hey.. listen..."

He whispered to me.

"You did...
Wha-?
Bert.
Whoa."

I hung up.

Ray stood up.
"What?"

"Jamia's fine...
Bert kissed Jamia as she was leaving."

"What the fuck?!"

Gerard freaked out.

Steve's POV:

Jamia came crying into the house.
"What's wrong?"

"Bert...
Tryed to kiss me."

Creepy.