"You face your worst fear and see how your apetite serves you." Siarra growled, plopping onto the bed beside him. She refused to dress. "You know, I could be really mean and start touching you."
"And I could be mean and beat you to death, but I won't," Jasper mumbled, finally just moving the pillow and looking at her, trying to keep his eyes on her face. "You're afraid of cars or something? Get carsick easy?"
"When I was younger i was in an accident that nearly killed me." Siarra gestured to scars over her torso. "Several surgeries. It's a real chore to get me even near a car, let alone in one. I get sick and have panic attacks and sometimes pass out." She sighed. "After most rides I can't bring myself to eat for days."
"Jeez. Thank goodness we live where everything's within walking distance..." Jasper looked at the food that was probably going cold by now. "So I'm guessing you won't be eating this, even if I bug you all night?"
"I'm not eating anything. You could offer me my favoritest food or desert and I still wouldn't eat it." siarra told him. "And not everything. The airport is way too far away."
Jasper watched her for a minute, then sighed. "So you don't like family, you refuse to eat, and you refuse to put on clothes even though there's a guy in your room. You're kinda weird, aren't you?"
Siarra shrugged. "It's either that or get addicted to drugs or something. I've got no other way of coping. Having a social life is pretty impossible. Being embarrassed of being seen naked is pointless, as there are plenty of accidents and fake accidents to run into in so many homes. Behavior for the benefit of privelages doesn't appeal to me because I don't like anything I would be rewarded with, and it's too much work to try to get such things. I have no present, so why should I have a future? The only thing that keeps me breathing is a fear of death."
"Wow. You are one depressed little girl..." Jasper shook his head, turning his gaze to the ceiling once again. "But I'm guessing you don't cut yourself, right? Because that would be a waste of your time? If you feel like everything's pointless, what do you even do? Just stay in bed all day? Do you ever try to have fun?"
Siarra shrugged. "I tried cutting once. It just hurts and it's not fun or fulfilling. The first slice of the blade and I decided I didn't want to." She sighed. "The only thing that's fun is messing with people. And getting high too. That's fun, but only sometimes. Sometimes it just sucks. Oh, and it is fun to sleep with the right guy, but that's hard to find, and I'm not a risker of transmitted disease."
"Those are only things that are fun for the time you do them. Nothing fufilling. Nothing that actually makes you happy in the long-run." Jasper couldn't help but curious, sitting up and studying her carefully. "And what, for you, counts as the right guy? Some super-hot one night stand?"
"No, someone who cares about how I feel and is there for more than just the se.x in itself." Siarra mumbled. "Someone who can pleasure me and will show real gratitude when I pleasure them. One night stands, perhaps, but they must fit my requirements, or risk being kicked naked to the curb."
"That doesn't sound like a one night stand at all," Jasper murmured, turning his eyes down to his hands folded in his lap. "That sounds like a boyfriend, Siarra. Maybe that's what you need - you need a boyfriend."
"I can't have one." Siarra told him. "I move around too much. I can't keep a friendship, let alone a boyfriend.""
Jasper rolled his eyes. "Then quit getting in trouble. That's why you get shipped around so much, right? Be good, make some friends, make one of those friends into a boyfriend."
"Jasper, do you think I haven't tried?" Siarra asked, her voice harsh. "Do you think I've gone fooling around all my life? Do you think I'd try all the bad things and not the good things? No. You're wrong. I've tried, failed, and moved on to something else."
"I'm not saying you haven't tried," Jasper started, but his phone buzzed and cut him off. He frowned at the screen, sent a quick text, and stood up. "Anyway. If you're not going to eat, just throw that food away or something. I've gotta go call somebody. Be good." He glanced at her just briefly before heading out, into his own room.
Siarra shut and locked the door, trashing the food and getting dressed. She curled up on the bed in total silence, waves of sickness coming and going.
Jasper finally hung up after a while, hating that his friends - most of which were girls, unfortunately - kept thinking he knew how to deal with boyfriend problems. He headed downstairs and grabbed a glass of water and some pills, and went back up to knock on Siarra's door. "Hello?"
"Hello, Siarra is unavailable at the moment. Please leave your name and number after the beep, and she will never get back with you. Beep." Siarra didn't bother any tricks this time. She was dressed and lying out on her bed.
Jasper rolled his eyes, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He placed the water and pills on the nightstand with a sigh. "Incase you felt like feeling better. Unless that isn't worth your time." He threw her a look and stepped back out, locking the door himself this time.