𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑

9. Poison

Monday night I stir on the stool put beside my kitchen island, tapping away the keyboard of my MacBook. When I write a new I thing, I like to create a whole new person with their own pain, suffering, comfort, happiness, dread, selfishness or whatever it may be. It adds a personal view on the characters. I hear the keyboard clacking as I type unless thoughts.

Ending on bad terms, It all starts with a first fight. The first drop of poising making its way in your heart, then another, after another, followed by another. The poison, it spreads too quickly, right when you think it's getting good, more fights and more drops of poison to the heart. but a good thing occurs in between and it's like a drop of an antidote, but after every drop of antidote come two more drops of poison.

Until all of your heart is now filled with this poison. Until the hurts and words become too much, until their presence only adds more poison.

Come more people, meet new faces, but history sure as hell does repeat itself. Different types of poison sink into your heart, bitter taste in your mouth. Each a different type of poison but still a poison nonetheless. Still a pain to look for an antidote for every poison you swallow.
But the thing is you shouldn't have to taste poison then look for antidotes. You should taste the sweetness of the first bite of a chocolate bar, taste the rain on a beautiful summer night, taste your comfort food. It should never be poison. Ever.

You shouldn't endure a pain you don't deserve.

I hear my doorbell ring and I get up to check who it is.
I open the door to find Stella, face masks in hand. I haven't seen her all day and we'd agreed to talk about her date and how the amusement park went today, since it was late when she came back, I was already on my fifth dream. I squeeze her in a tight hug that she returns.

"Whatcha up to?" She walks into the living room.

"Some writing." I shut the MacBook off and walk slump lazily onto the sofa.

"Guess what!" She squeals. I raise both my eyebrows once. "Zion asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes!!!"

"OH MY GOODNESS." I grab her and start jumping up and down.

For the people that live under me: I sincerely apologize for not caring right now.

"NO WAY! Why didn't he tell me?!!"

"I asked him not to, I wanted to tell you while we had our night-in" she explains and I nod, we both take a seat.

"So we walk in the restaurant, he had reserved a private room, romantic music played in the background, candles and flowers placed all around us. We had dinner and it was delicious and then he asked me and kissed me. It was the best kiss I ever had, and I've had my share of kisses."

"That sounds like a scene from a movie, I taught him well." I smile proudly. "I used to make him listen to many tips and tell him how to treat a girl, because I'm just that good of a friend." I joke and we both laugh.

I pull out my phone and press on my camera roll app, "guess what honey." I scroll to the pictures I forced Dorian to take with me.

"What's up." I turn the phone to face her and she gasps, taking the phone from my own hand and scrolling through more pictures m. "You didn't-"

"Yeah I did." I smile a victorious smile.

"You my friend are a miracle worker."

"Tell me something I don't know." I brag, you got to give it to me, I mean cmon he had a lot of fun, at least I hope he did. I take the phone back and look at the pictures taken. One of them, he has his lips in a pout as I squish his cheeks with one hand. I remember specifically saying 'squishyy' in a childlike manner that made him smile.

The other has me kissing his cheek, I scroll to the next and this time he's the one planing a harsh kiss on my cheek making me laugh hard.

"I can't believe it, my two best friends now dating. I better be your maid of honour." I menace.

"That doesn't need a second thought of consideration."

"That's why I love you." She rips the sheet mask package and adjusts mine in place, I do the same and lean my head on her shoulder, feeling exhausted. We turn New Girl on and every once in a while repeat the lines as if we were the ones that wrote the script.

Author's note:

Well, here's a cute friendship chapter.
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-Ja