I DON'T CARE !!chris sturniolo

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"He's getting you pain killers?" Cam furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, almost not believing it. A guy? And he's nice? no way. "Yeah.." I said, the rasp in my voice fading but still present.
My fingers wrapped around my phone. I plop it into the pocket of my hoodie before I start to walk to the living room. "I'm going to the living room." My tone couldn't help but stay plain, completely monotone as if I was lifeless. I am.

I walked lazily, my feet reaching in front of each other slowly- barely lifting off the ground.
"How's Aubrey?" Cam asked while trailing behind me. She wore a plain white shirt with black leggings. I huffed, "I haven't spoken to her in like 2 days." My best friend gave me a disappointed look as I plopped down onto the grey couch. "Girl." She said while walking to the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water.
My head was still being mean, it felt like my brain was vomiting and using my eyes as a sink for it. "I could just kill myself right now."
"Mhm. Mister hero is on his way, wait it out." She said, walking behind me and softly placing her hand on the top of my head as she drank her glass of water. "Text Aubrey, she'll make your boo boos better." My best friend taunted.

"Dude, I don't wanna bother her or like... annoy her or whatever." I said, rubbing my eyes. "How's Aiden?" I taunted back. "Shut up." Cam scrunched her face in disgust, making me chuckle as best as I could. Aiden is her ex. I still remember the day she found out he was toying with 9 other girls. But she never seems to get over him or have any self respect when it comes to him, he's not even hot. Aiden looks like a pubescent mammal if I'm being honest.

My train of thought mixed with the overwhelming pain of what felt like every muscle in my face- is cut off by a soft knock on the door.
The room went silent for a second before I loudly huffed, getting off the sofa. "I'm gonna go back to my apartment for a bit." Cam said, making me stop in my tracks. "What? Why? I don't wanna be alone." I said in a whiny tone.
"You'll text me. I'll just go." I saw her small smirk creeping up her lips as she turned around to leave out the door. I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance. I'm not an awkward person, I can talk to someone I just met like I have known them for years but...knock knock.

As Cam pulled open the door, ready to leave the apartment. Chris' relaxed and confident figure was blocking her path.
"Hey, Chris." Cam said quickly with a soft smile before squeezing past him. The boys mouth hung open slightly, ready to greet the girl but no sound came out as she didn't give him time.

His eyes darted over to me, a little bag in his hand. I started walking over to the door. There was no talking, only silence as if silence was enough to communicate. He extended his arm- giving me the small bag. "Thanks, man." I said, opening the bottle and taking out a pill before dry swallowing it. It scraped down my throat as if it was trying to stop itself from falling into the depths of despair. Slowly digging nails into the walls, but falling no matter how bad it didn't want to.
Looking over at Chris, I could tell this was probably the most awkward he had felt. He looked like he wanted to talk but had his teeth glued together, something on the tip of his tongue not daring to let go. I get it. I was a complete stranger he just hunted pain killers for, he probably wanted to just leave. But, selfishly, I didn't want to be alone. I felt on the verge of death. "You want some coffee or something?" I ask, trying to make the situation less..quiet? And maybe keep someone around until I felt better.

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I stood in the doorway watching as she dry swallowed pain killers. I didn't really know what to say..or do. Should I leave? Should I say something? I could feel my tongue twisting in knots as if the words were hugging it tightly, trying to crawl back down even though I wasn't getting ready to say anything.
"You want some coffee or something?" The girl asked politely. Oh god. I let out a breath, running my fingers through my hair. "No, it's okay." The first 'no' that has come out of my mouth since I met this girl, finally. The word almost felt relieving on my tongue.
"Come on, you got me pain kills. You sure you don't want anything?" She insisted. It was hard to say no to her, and I don't know why which is what freaked me out most. She wasn't the type of girl I would like in any way. "Sure." I breathed out, a small and defeated smile plastered on my face. As soon as it left my mouth, I decided I hate saying yes. I hate the words that agree.
"You got any pepsi?"