Crazy In Love | Buggy

f i f t y - s i x

In the kitchen, I had a lot of work to do to make the soup. The kitchen was an absolute state. Dishes were piled up in the sinks, filthy, rotting food covering them. It was clear that nobody had washed them in a very long time.

So, first of all, I washed every single piece of cutlery, all the pots, all the pans, everything. When I was just about done, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I turned to see Dilly standing there. Her hair was tied into two very small pigtails, harley-quinn style. Her clothes were plain though, an all black dress, and big clumpy boots.

So far, I had managed to make her not hate me. Well, I think so. I wasn't sure if she considered me a friend anymore, or if she ever really did, but I hoped I could get her back to that point if I kept being nice to her.

"Dilly!" I said, probably too enthusiastically. "You look really nice."

She slumped down on the small bench that sat in the kitchen. It looked like there was probably a table at some point too, but that was long gone. Who knows what happened to it.

"I look a state. You look nice, though. You're glowing."

"Thank you -"

"You're glowing as if you've had some good sex recently."

Dilly was blunt, as always. I tried not to blush, or show that I was uncomfortable by this type of conversation.

One of the things that kept me being an outsider to these people was how prudish and shy I was. To them, things like sex, murder or anything really, was all fine to talk about freely.

So, I tried to act as if It was no big deal to me to talk about topics like this. "Well, maybe I have."

"I need details."

Technically, we hadn't fully had sex. I was scared that if I tried to say that, it would sound like a lie, like I was trying to hide stuff from her.

"What kind of details?" I asked, as I filled the now clean large pot with water.

"Is he good?"

He's amazing. He's the best I ever had, and it isn't even a competition. Every time he touches me, even in non sexual ways, my entire body feels incredible. I didn't want to over do it, though.

I began to wash and peel the vegetables. "He's... yeah, he's good at what he does."

"At what he does?" Dilly asked, leaning forward and giggling slightly. "Meaning he doesn't make you do all the work?"

"If anything, he does way more for me than I do for him."

"Really? God, I've never found a guy like that."

"Neither had I, before him," I admitted.

Part of me couldn't help but ponder on my life in the future, when Buggy wouldn't be there.

One day, in the not so far future, Buggy would return me to my town. I wondered if he'd visit me. Surely he'd want to.

It would be difficult, even if he did. My town would be irate if they ever found out that I had any sort of positive relationship with Buggy.

But I didn't think I could live the rest of my life without him. It felt like no man would ever be able to compete with him. I'd always want him. Would he always want me? Or would he eventually get bored of me?

The thought of that made my chest tighten. What if he just left me at my town, and never came back?

Of course, I'd be happy to see my family again. I missed them more than I've ever missed anything in my life. But then, I'd miss Buggy. Either way, I'd miss someone.