A Guy In The Analysts Club

IX

~ENFP's POV~

Oh,what if INTP returned there? Nevermind,I don't wanna get my ass beaten again. The nails and hammer can wait. But why was INTJ suspecting that I like ENTP? No way I would have a crush on ENTP. I wanted to go over to ISFJ's to help me make the cute little doll. I walk and arrive to the Sentinels' building. I see her apartment and I knock. No response. Oh,maybe she is at the event. Hmm...let's go home. Maybe she can come to mine later. While I gaily run up the stairs,INTJ was continuously knocking on my door with a hand and holding a plate with food on the other.

--ENFP,open the door or else you will starve. (INTJ)

I quietly get closer. I see him getting angrier.

--I don't have to repeat myself for you. Open up already! (INTJ)

I go up to him and say:

--You're so stupid. (ENFP)
--ME?! STUPID?! I'm weirded out. How da- oh hi. BUT HOW DARE YOU CALL ME STUPID?! (INTJ)
--How long have you been sitting here? And who are you to bring me food? (ENFP)
--For half an hour. This long you have made me wait. (INTJ)
--Again,you're stupid. (ENFP)
--Shut up! (INTJ)
--Never. When I want the right thing to be revealed,I never shut up. (ENFP)
--And why do you think I am...st-st- I can't say it...stupid? (INTJ)
--You could've left the tray with a note in front of my door. (ENFP)
--Oh. (INTJ)

We sat in silence and awkwardly stared at eachother. He cleared his throat and said:

--Anyway,let's pretend that nothing happened. Aren't you supposed to let me in? (INTJ)
--Of course,chef. (ENFP)

I unlocked the door and he made his way in. He went in my kitchen,put the plate on my table and made himself comfortable.

--Day one. Today's meal is mashed potaotes. (INTJ)
--What do you mean day one? And I still don't understand why do you want to cook for me. (ENFP)
--Because I don't want you to eat poison or something. Also I don't want your suicidal bastard mind to encourage you to cut or stab yourself. By the way,if you want to be stabbed you can call me over to do it for you,brutally,painfully and with anger. (INTJ)

He fastly switched to a casual tone.

--Also,check out your kitchen a little bit closer. (INTJ)

I look around and see something missing indeed.

--What the fuck,where are my knives?! (ENFP)

INTJ gives me a look. Now I know why.

--Ohhhhhhhhhh. (ENFP)
--Uh-huh,now you got it. (INTJ)
--It's weird. Why do yo- (ENFP)

I got closer to the mashed potatoes. They smelled...spectaculous! The most majestic smell ever. Hmm,if the cooking is going to be like this,I want to eat more!

--Mhhhh,this smells so fantastic! (ENFP)
--Uh,p-please,don't...don't do that sound again. (INTJ)

My mouth was watering. I took a bite. A heavenly bite.

--HOW DO YOU COOK SO GOOD?! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME! WHAT'S THE SECRET INGREDIENT? I totally need to know it! (ENFP)
--Poison. And cocaine. (INTJ)
--Well...if I have to be drugged like this I might be an addict. (ENFP)
--Well...this is the only compliment I am gonna take. (INTJ)
--You better take it or I kill you with my non-existent knife. (ENFP)
--Playing dangerous,miss. I like it. (INTJ)
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--words:599;
--sorry for the long break,this December was busy as fuck and I couldn't write.

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