"So how'd you two meet anyways? Aren't you ninja-ing around me all the damn time?" I raised my head to look at her, those sapphire eyes blazing with interest.
I merely shrugged, finally being able to text the white beauty back.
Me: Well, you're r8 'bout that 'stuck at home' situation.
Me: So what do you say, coffee @4?
And with that the phone vanished out of my hands. My eyes drilled back towards the culprit as she waved my phone in front of me.
"Give it back. Right now." I growled back.
"Oooo. . . " She made another one of her 'goofey' faces, "Someone's in a bad mood huh." Her eyes quickly scannee the morsels of chat strings I had with the girl, all the while snickering to herself.
I just took another sip of my tea. Patience is a virtue. If it wasn't obvious by now, Alison was bratty. Bloody annoying sometimes though she easily managed to look adorable at the very same time.
She'd eventually pass me my phone anyways, so I continued rotating on the dining stool.
Taking the last sip off of her hangover concoction, she rested the Toy Story mug down on the kitchen counter. "Muah for the drink. . . But seriously Lennie, you DO need to work on your chatting skills."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah"
Tell me something new if you will.
She slid my phone back to me, her usual bubbly voice beaming right after, "So, are you gonna tell me how you two met or nah?"
I quickly checked the messages, only to paste a silly small smile seeing as Camila had already replied.
White beauty: Sure ;)
White beauty: I'll send you the location. Pretty sure you're gonna love it there.
A bigger smile creased over my lips, my eyes finally landing back towards the blonde who'd been waiting for my answer all this while. "Well, I went to get myself some drinks and crashed against this girl. Her name was. . . Madison, I guess. She obviously had to spill her drink all over me, only to offer me a drink for the sins she'd committed."
Her face morphed into one that resembled an aggressive, possessive puppy's, "So my best friend left me all alone with god knows what danger lurking around the corner just to pour more of that stupid liquor down her throat?! I feel betrayed here " And there she went, feigning to wipe a tear off her face.
Did she just give zero fucks 'bout what that girl did to my beloved black bodycon? I rolled my eyes, choosing to continue rather than throw her in the tiny storage room we had in the back.
"Ahem.. Anyways I had to accept her offer since she was damn persistent. Camila happened to be hanging around the area, looking for a drink herself. You can figure out the rest on your own." I waved her off, standing up from the dining stool myself.
She scrunched her eyebrows down, pouting. "Come on. Tell me more. You're skipping the 'best' part." She air-quoted, winking back at me.
"You really wanna know what the best part was? "My gaze pierced hers sharply.
Trust me. You wouldn't wanna know Al
I sauntered towards her, the essential cup of tea still in my hands. Her pout fizzled away as she cocked her head to one side in anticipation.
Leaning against the counter right next to her, I took yet another sip of the tasteless divinity, "A flirtatious exchange of words here and there and we were making out, quite intensely I might add."
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Fatal Whispers
General Fiction"It'll be OUR nightmare, just for the two of us" she whispered, her breath breezing over the bridge of my nose. Her words tasted like fire, their flames ashening the walls of my mind. I cupped her cheeks, her eyes melding into my jades just as lost...
