Love Bunny

Chapter 29: Lovely Meet and Fist

"This is the most delicious soup I've ever tasted in my life,"  I exclaimed as I spooned the soup and slurped it down. Mmh, so good.

"My mother taught me how to cook at a young age, and she used to have me watch her prepare for us," Carter explains.

"Carter, that's so impressive. She must be planning on getting you ready, so you'll be able to stand on your own when you're alone." I said out of respect for his mother, whom I have never met.

"Yeah yeah, how do you feel now?" he asks, shifting the conversation's focus.

"I'm better, but still feel a little heavy." This chicken soup is such a great remedy for such strange sickness, and I am so grateful to have a friend like you..." I trailed off as I saw his expression turn bitter.

"A great friend, hm" he repeated, edgy voice. He's clearly annoyed, but I have got no choice for myself but to act dumb.

"Yeah, is there anything else I can call you by then? That's what we are, friends." I said, making his face frown.

"I do not know, maybe your cook, or your guardian," he says sarcastically, throwing a hand in the air, "Do you think being friends with you makes me happy?" he asks, in an almost angry hushed tone.

"Okay, I never said I wanted to be friends with you. You are the one who asked me at that festival when we were threatened by a pack of loaded gangs!" I spat the facts at him. Now he just speaks shit to me while I'm ill?

"I did not mean it like that, you are... fuck, why are we talking about this?" he asked in frustration.

"It doesn't matter, cool off. Let's just finish this episode then we—"

"I have got to go, this was a terrible idea anyway," he said standing up and making a move to the front door.

"Wait, what do you mean it was a terrible idea? Carter, can you a least accompany me today?"

He stopped walking for a second, and bunched up his fists, as if he was trying to hold himself back. "You, you are the terrible idea. I was wrong when I thought to give it a shot with you, I am so fucking dumb to even try to get close to you," he said, then in a blink of an eye, he is outside the door.

Carter's P.O.V.

I stormed out and crossed the street to my car, which I had parked far enough from her house so that I could swiftly slip out if her parents ever arrived. This is my least concern; I opened the door harder than I should have and slammed it shut.

I reacted in a rather childish way with her there, but it felt awful to say it out loud, and she just said it without hesitation, we are only friends. I tried to forget about her, but everything I do seems to be associated with her. When I eat, I think of how she loves noodles and pizza and the time I watched her eat it like it was such a precious thing, I think of how she hates running because of the time we escaped from the mall guard when I was training, and I even think of how she loves bunnies as I already bought her a fucking stuffed bunny. She is the only thing that occupies my mind these days.

 All of my friends and sisters tell me that my actions show that I'm into her, but I keep on dismissing them and telling them that I will never like someone since I once did, it did not end well. This is getting progressively more messed up by the day; she always treated me as if I were just a friend and never saw me in any way, but she responded promptly to my kisses and I sensed her attraction to me perhaps I was simply imagining it, which is the puzzling thing. She keeps calling me a friend, but then she turns around and shows me something else, and I'm her puppy, doing whatever she wants.