𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

Cease My Function {Thirty Four}

"She seems dressed in all of me,
Stretched across my shame..."
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A/N:::::: sorry for any mistakes, I don't have the time to proof-read but I wanted to get this out for you guys. Happy reading! Xoxo
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~~~~~~~~A few weeks ago...~~~~~~~~

"Heyyyy, Kenzie-- my bestie for the restie. My partner in crime. The... jelly to my... peanut butter. The, uh, sole of my shoe--"

Kenzie's glare is piercing as she slowly lifts her head to look at me, fork nestled between her thumb and index as a piece of broccoli dangles off the edge. Clearly, she can tell that I'm on some kind of bullshit. We've only been friends for a few days, but she learned how to read me within the first hour of us knowing each other.

"What, Sal."

I wince at her cold tone, preparing for a terrible reaction. So I gently pat her shoulder and sit on the edge of the bench beside her, scooting her over with my hips so I have room. "Look, I'll feed you to save you the trouble." I take the fork from her manicured fingers and hold it up to her mouth, dropping it when her fierce glare only hardens.

I stare at her with wide eyes. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you look today, Kenz?" I force out, my voice cracking.

Sure, I could have just never told her about what happened last night, but honesty is the best policy. Kenzie is no Emilie, but she's been acting as my best friend and she's damn good at it. She deserves to know.

"Sal, you're going to get a shoe to the face if you don't start spilling."

"Yes, ma'am." I clear my throat, unable to look her in the eye. "So, like, I may or may not have totally maybe not definitely fucked Macy last night!"

Kenzie's glare drops and her emotionless face is the only thing that's scarier than her glare.

I stand up to create some distance and hold my hands up in surrender, squeaking out the words, "I mean, I'm kidding! Haha, it's a joke! I mean it's not, I'm very serious, but let's treat this as a joke! So funny, right?"

She watches me, finally putting the forkful of broccoli into her mouth then slowly chewing as she stares at me with murder on her mind.

"I can't wait to tell Emilie about how much you don't deserve her and that she can do so much better than you."

My heart skips a beat then rapidly thuds in my chest. My mouth goes dry, desperate for just a sip of water. "Wait, Kenz. Don't--"

"Hell, Jason is a better choice than you, Fisher! What the fuck is your problem?"

I swallow thickly, blinking down at her as I pinch my lips together. She's right. Just like she always is. Out of everything, I'm just glad that she's able to bitch at me enough to make me realize that I am messing up.

When Emilie came to me at the party all those days ago, my main objective was to stop the tears flowing down her flushed cheeks. To stop the sound of utter heartbreak that seeped from her sweet voice. To see her bright, happy eyes again-- replace the glossy, fearful, and hurt ones that she bore that night.

There's no main objective with Kenzie. She just tells me straight up, and I'm able to really hear it, see it, and understand it.

I want to be able to do this whenever I fix things with Emilie. I want to work on my issues rather than put them off.

"I know. I'm shitty," I tell Kenzie, swiping a hand through my hair.

"Yes, you are, Sal. So fix it." She growls, hardening her glare. Then, she sighs and scoots over on the bench, patting the free space beside her. "Now, come here. You're safe from my wrath. For now."