What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

The Following Week

"Ellie, baby, you're harassing the poor pen." I hear my best friend over the harsh clicking of the pen I've been making while also chewing the life out of it.

I made a sad face, my mouth upside down, as I stared with googly eyes at my dear.

"Ginni," I whined, the 'I' out, pouting with the pen and notebook in hand.

Dear isn't the most affectionate kind of person, but before mentally preparing herself, she stepped back a bit from the spot where she was sitting.

With the notebook and pen still in my hands, I opened my arms wide happily. Ginni stared at me just before her steps accelerated faster towards me, running before jumping in midair and crushing right onto my chest. I felt the air gush out.

"You'll kill me first before I find my one-night stand." I felt my soul escaping, but that bitch sure ain't going nowhere. Blinking a few times, I catch my breath before hugging the squeeze out of Ginni.

I just happen to be weaker than her, and now she's laughing her ass out of the hug.

"Why are you so into finding Cinderella? Did he plant a baby in you?" She smirked, knowing me.

"I already checked when I went to the drugstore.... in such humiliating form. Thank goodness for that fine lady." I drifted off.

The entire day passed by that afternoon, it's been two weeks since then, and I wonder if he thinks of the soft skin that hugged his veiny dick.

"It came back positive." Ginni just looked blankly at the ceiling. Damn it.

"I took another two, and it came out negative." I slump my head onto her chest and whine out my neck dry; she petted my hair before pulling it, making me whine louder.

"Why are you drooling in pain?" She laughed, poking a finger deep in my cheek and just leaving it there until it hurt and I had to slap it away.

"You know, he looked so bored that evening," my lashes flattered as the evening passed by in memory.

I rubbed my head on Ginni's chest and groaned when she pushed me onto the floor, my body hitting an area that hurt too much.

I just lay on the floor, cuddling my head, one of my legs raised close to my chest; so I'm curled into a ball with one leg.

"Randomly, a video on social media came up, just perfect timing, someone was making some signs with their hand..." I raised my arm, from lying on the floor, for her to see, that lazy dear probably just side-eyed my aching, trembling hand.

"Like this."

The hand, on the video, was all spread out like a sea star, the thumb resting on the palm, and the remaining fingers all bedded together, blanketing the thumb.

I kept blanket-ing the thumb until Ginni threw a pillow at my hand, too lazy for words, it seems.

"I get it, stop now, you're giving me a headache." I snickered.

"The meaning meant to sign 'help me,' it was a non-verbal communication way of asking for help." I grabbed the pillow she had thrown at me and rested my head on it, turning around to push my face into it afterward.

Ginni was quiet. Did she fall asleep?

"I'm not asleep. Stupid." I can feel her smiling even though I can't see it or actually feel it. I groan into the pillow, feeling the anticipation of throwing something at her, lucky beauty.

My room isn't a mess today, I deep-cleaned it from anger that baby daddy left for real. Sigh, I'll call him Baby Daddy even though his baby died in my stomach by a false outcome on the pregnancy test kit after the first try.

I heard Ginni move around the bed.

When I looked up from smashing my face in the pillow to see Ginni's head upside down, dipped low at the end of the bed, right in my face—"Goodness! You can't crash my soul like that, fuck! See! My radiating soul is escaping."

I cried at the invisible vapor from nowhere, grasping for it just for Ginni to crush it. I dramatically fell onto the floor once again, hitting the bed leg. Cuddling myself in a baby position, I cried the pain off.

I was startled. I thought I was going to hell first, again

Ginni slid her face further from the bed, even lower, just to pat me, cooing me.

Now's the time for me to pretend to cry, but before the thought even slipped, she smacked me where it hurt. "Don't think I don't know that you'll fake it." I grab onto my head, whining.

"You didn't even let the thought slip." She just smirked.

I should work out at some point. I'm so exhausted just from the whines and cries. "You witch, stop reading my mind."

I get up and look at her from a different location.

I was getting naked to fashion walk into the bathroom and take a good hot shower when she said I needed to work out. At the same time, I was thinking about it.

That creepingly feeling didn't last when she started to run first, sliding into the door, past me, with a pang—her head hit somewhere. Still, she managed to lock the door.

"GINNI!" And now I'm getting ignored. That beautiful bitch.

Just then, after cursing her, I remembered something. "GINNI! No more guys over, if you want a good fuck just seduce him to his place. If it's dirty, then you know better to stay over... unless he has a large dick." I whisper the last to myself.

Just then, something fell from the bathroom, and it sounded like a tornado had exploded.

Ginni soothed my worries before I went off again.

"It's fine, but stop with those worries. Unless you'll sing me an opera, I don't want you ruining my bath time." I tch-ed for worrying about nothing and purposely gave her a "good" opera just for her to chase me out with a shampoo bottle, both of us naked, running around the small apartment.

"Just you wait!" But before she could get her hands on me, I reminded her of her precious bath running cold, so she ran off instead. Ha! Goodness, now I'm cold. I went under the covers.

I can't rest or feel at ease. The receipt is on the table I left on, his name engraved in my head. Nonsense, this is all nonsense.

I sat up to get my notebook and pen from where I had flown them. It was annoying having to use my energy to look for the pen, but I'm back to where I was.

I didn't have any ideas to write into the notebook, but now I know a few ingredients that will be needed for this new custom-made cake.

A little fact: I've graduated with honors, didn't enjoy the major I picked, so I went back for business and built my own pastry coffee shop. It's all fun and games: eating, chatting, and making pastries with others.

My café has a 'make your own pastry' kitchen for customers. If they know what they want and want to make it themselves, or they're interested in trying. Otherwise, if they don't want none of that, they can also request something to be made for them, with personal preferences.