Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

We Were Serving Up Homemade Baby Gravy

"You had a package sitting on your porch."

I looked up with a mouth full of jelly-toast. Chrissy slammed down a large book onto the counter, her blue eyes staring at me with disbelief. My eyebrows cocked with confusion as she stared at me like I had lost my mind. She wiped her thumb over her chin, signaling to me that I should do the same. As I rubbed my fingers over my face, I realized a large glob of jelly was perched on my skin.

"You are aware we have class soon, right?" She slid onto the barstool in front of me.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't remind me."

She tossed her long caramel hair over her shoulder with the acrylic nails on her fingers. It made me happy to know she stopped listening to her aunt, the cosmetology school dropout, who told her red is a good look. It looked good on a lot of people. Just not Chrissy.

After coloring her head fire hydrant red, she locked herself in her bathroom overnight. She claimed that she looked like a used tampon, which made me laugh more than it did anything else. Chrissy swore she would never come out of the bathroom until the color rinsed away. She thought her five-year relationship was doomed.

After two sessions of forty volume developer and bleach, her hair looked like Ramen Noodles. Her brother Luke furthered her sadness by poking at it with a fork as if he were preparing it as a meal. Of course, I couldn't stop myself from laughing again. That is what happens when you are best friends with siblings.

Chrissy proceeded to spend over two hundred dollars on high-end hair products to fix her hair. Then she cried again because she thought she was broke. I mean, she was broke, but she was also going through a mid-life crisis and wanted a significant change. No one told her that bleaching red out of your hair is the worst mistake anyone can make.

"It is our last semester" I wiped my face again with a washcloth.

"Thank god I prayed every night, so we could get the same classes," she grinned as she pulled a piece of paper from her back pocket. "I mean, it is not like my dad is the Chancellor or anything, but that is irrelevant. I am a Christian lady at heart!"

"You have a tattoo that says, 'the Devil's female dog,' above your butt."

"Actually, it says the devil's bitch, but I appreciate the good girl vibe you've got going on. It is very sexy," she winked. "Back to what I was saying earlier - I couldn't convince my dad to give us all of the same classes, but we do share three!"

I shrugged, satisfied with our schedule. It is better than being alone. Chrissy flipped through the book she brought in earlier as she waited for me to finish my breakfast. I stared at the novel oddly. I don't remember purchasing one, but that happens to me more often than I realize.

"When did you start taking gardening so seriously?" I lost my breath the second she sucked in hers. "How do you know Kinnick Carson?"

"Wait, how do you know him?" I questioned.

She slammed her hands down on the counter. "Spill the freaking beans, girl!"

I glance at the note written in the book. "Your house looks depressing. Hopefully, this helps. Sincerely, your Augustus Waters - Kinnick."

My lips twisted into a smile as I read over the note—my My Augustus Waters. My head moved back and forth as I realized Chrissy was still staring at me, waiting for an answer. I rolled my eyes and closed the book before walking toward the kitchen sink to dump my plate.

"He is my boxing trainer."

"Holy shit, holy shit," she ran her fingers through her hair. "You know what this means?"