"Shut the fuck up. I'm just trying to help dick head." Josette said.
                          
The cussing never ceased to end with the two. That's just how they talked to each other even though they both deeply cared for one another. It had gotten so bad to where they got in fights. Physical ones but the two knew when to stop. It was rare when that happened though.
                          
Sometimes they would look back and just laugh about it. They never really meant any harm.
                          
"Look I'm just looking out for you ass hole. Alcohol and pills don't go to well together. What if-" she was interrupted by a punch in the face. Making her take a few steps back. She spit the blood out on the floor.
                          
"What the fuck Jerome!?"
                          
"I'm sick of your whiny pussy crap. I told you I don't need a fucking care taker alright? I need the shit talking, bitch slapping piece of south side trash who also happens to be my best friend not my fucking mom."
                          
Josette wiped the blood from her mouth.
                          
"Where is she? Where the fuck is she Jo huh?" Jerome asked getting closer to her.
                          
The girl pushed him away with force. "Fuck you! Fuck me for giving a shit you prick."
                          
Jerome laughed "you have all the shits you want but next time when my dick is limp from all the meds don't go all 'Aww it's okay boo hoo.' Just suck it harder you slut." The ginger spat
                          
The girl punch him instantly "fuck you" she said before the second punch hit.
                          
Jerome grabbed her and tackled her on the green grass of the field. Before they made contact with the floor she managed to get a few good shots at his ribs.
                          
Once they were on the ground Jerome straddled her. He punched her one time then a second. 
                          
She grabbed his hand flipping them over, she had the advantage now. 
                          
After three punches the boy moved her hand away and began choking her, Josette did the same. "Suck a dick." The girl managed to say. 
                          
She got off of him falling besides him. Then let go of each other pushing themselves away. The two teens out of breath.
                          
Jerome let out a few coughs and weakly got up.
He looked down at Josette and helped her back on her feet. 
                          
Without a word they went back to the benches, blood on their face. He look out a beer and stabbed it with a knife, the liquid spraying everywhere until Jerome put it to Josette lips. 
                          
After he did the same to his. They downed the beers in seconds throwing it on the floor. Josette let out a small laugh. She looked at him and smiled. Jerome leaned against the fence letting out a chuckle. 
                          
"First time I felt anything in a while." Jerome said softly. His friend walked up to him grabbing a small piece of hair that was drenched in alcohol. 
                          
"You look like a fucking wet rat." She joked giving him a hug. Jerome wrapper his arms around her waist embracing her. "We should really stop fighting..." Jerome said with a chuckled.
                          
He looked at her face and touched a bruise that began to for. "Got a couple good hits." Jerome said. "Yeah well you got worse. How are your ribs?"
                          
"They hurt like hell." He said with a laugh. "I can kick your ass any day of the week Valeska. Remember that." She said crossing her arms. "Of course you can doll." A hint of sarcasm entered the air as he told her. 
                          
After that day the two never got in a fight again. Obviously it wasn't right. Jerome really hated seeing all the bruises he left on her, his friend felt the same way. If you love someone you should never hurt them.