I Love You, I Need You Not

I saw billions of butterflies swarming around me... and then I woke up. Azalea awoke with the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She sighed and looked over to the clock on the dresser. The funeral was today. Wait... So that was actually happening. She looked into the mirror and saw her shimmering reflection. So she wasn't dreaming, she was actually a faerie. She sighed inwardly as Lykke Li's voice blasted through the stereo.

"Azalea put up a glamor and hit Publix will you? There's no more orange juice...."
"Jace, today is my funeral."
"Oh... well that doesn't change the fact that we don't have orange juice...."
She huffed in agitation and threw the blankets off the bed. "Why can't you ever do anything yourself?"
Jace appeared in the doorway and smirked as he saw her bed head and disheveled pajamas. "That is a sexy look."
"Bite me." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Anytime. Anywhere." He walked towards her and kissed her neck. His fangs came out and gently pricked her skin.

"Hey your blood bag here needs to hit Publix remember?" He sighed in resignation and took a step back leaning against the door jamb.
"You look radiant."
She gave him a duh look and said "Faerie remember? Comes with the gig."
"I love it. I mean... if I didn't want orange juice so much...."
"Oh shut up." She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. He smirked one last time before leaving her be. Azalea then jumped into the shower and made herself look decent enough to leave the apartment.
"Well I'm leaving now for your stupid orange juice."

Jace appeared in the hallway and gave a tiny wave. "Could you maybe hurry? Orange juice kind of makes my morning."
Azalea put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. "I thought I made your morning?"
"That's only when I also have my orange juice. Now off you go butterfly."
Leaping off the apartment balcony and spreading her delicate translucent jade wings, Azalea silently laughed to herself and her weird on and off boy toy. He was pretty erratic and demanding at times, especially when it came to orange juice, but he was easygoing and didn't ask questions. Her busy schedule didn't have time for a clingy over-protective boyfriend at the moment that's for sure.

"Hey there, sweetheart. How have you been?" Rowan came in beside her and tapped her on the shoulder.
Azalea freaked and jerked left. "Whoa! I thought we talked about this already. You can't just come popping out of nowhere."
Rowan looked as if she had physically slapped him and she sighed inwardly. "What do you need Rowan?"
His smile could've blinded someone she thought. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something tonight."
"I'm busy actually maybe some other time."

He pouted and looped to her other side, "Babe come on last Saturday was so much fun.... Don't tell me that vampire punk found a warm spot in that icy heart of yours."
She smirked, "Rowan, doll, today is my funeral I'm sorry I'm not gonna be in the mood for your games. I'll call for you this weekend, okay? I'm off to Publix. See ya!"
She beat her wings extra fast and zoomed ahead of Rowan just faintly hearing him call after her, "Off on errands for your new toy? Fine. Call me later."

After ten minutes of flying to Publix and back Azalea dropped onto the outdoor balcony and flung the orange juice at Jace's head.
"Here's your stupid orange juice."
Jace caught the plastic jug in his hand without batting a single eyelash.
"Now my morning is almost complete. Now come here and let me taste you."
Azalea laughed, "What do I get in return if I let you?"
He grabbed her and they fell onto the couch together. He smiled slowly and she could feel his quick breaths against her neck, "Anything you want."