Kookie's POV...
"Barney, for the love of all that's holy, open this damn door!" I bellowed, my knuckles pounding against the solid wood. The force of my frustration echoed through the hallway, drawing curious onlookers from their cozy abodes.
A stern voice interrupted my desperate plea, piercing through the commotion. Startled, I turned to face a middle-aged woman adorned in a vibrant green robe, her hair wrapped in hot pink rollers. Her irritation was palpable as she scolded me for disturbing the peace. With a huff, she retreated back into her sanctuary, leaving me to resume my relentless assault on Barney's door.
My fist collided with the door once more, each thud resonating with my mounting impatience. The intensity of my pounding seemed to amplify, drawing even more attention from the curious spectators who had gathered.
"Excuse me, but who are you looking for?" a gentle voice inquired as the door creaked open.
"Tell Barney I demand he comes out here right now!" I spat, my frustration still simmering as I peered past her, searching for any sign of him within the apartment.
"I'm sorry, but there's no one by that name here," she replied.
"Wait, maybe it's Bradley... or Brock," I stumbled, desperately trying to recall the name of Jade's now ex-boyfriend.
"I'm afraid there's no one staying here with either of those names," she says, shaking her head.
A sudden realization struck me, and I snapped my fingers. "Bryan! His name is Bryan Copeland!"
"I'm sorry, but Bryan isn't here at the moment," she said, leaning against the door frame.
"Then where is he, and what is your relationship with him?" I demanded, my frustration now tinged with suspicion.
"I'm his friend, Kya Boyd," she replied calmly, her voice unwavering.
I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, taking in her choice of attire - a nearly transparent, lavender gown that barely reached her thighs. "A friend, dressed like that?" I questioned, my tone laced with skepticism. "Are you absolutely certain there's nothing more than friendship between you two, Ms. Boyd?"
Her response was swift and resolute. "Yes, I'm sure. We are just friends," she asserted, her voice carrying a hint of annoyance. "Is there a message you would like me to pass on to Bryan?" she asked, her tone dismissive.
A surge of anger coursed through me, and I clenched my fists tightly at the mention of his name. "Tell him that the next time I lay eyes on him, we will have a serious conversation, and it won't involve mere words," I growled. With that, I turned on my heels and made my way back towards the elevator seething in anger.
Jade's POV…
"Kookie, pick up your damn phone," I grumbled, shifting the sofa to face the front door. I had been calling him relentlessly for nearly thirty minutes, only to be greeted by his voicemail each time. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, I anxiously awaited his arrival, my patience wearing thin. After fifteen more agonizing minutes, I dialed his number once again.
"I'm not in jail," he chuckled, his voice finally breaking through.
"Where are you?" I inquired, a mix of relief and annoyance evident in my tone.
"I'm walking into your apartment building as we speak."
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you in the living room," I replied, switching off the television and fixing my gaze on the door. As soon as I heard the familiar sound of the doorknob turning, I dashed towards it. The moment Kookie closed and locked the door behind him, I scrutinized him intently, searching for any signs of bruises. I cupped his face in my hands, gently turning it from side to side.
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Playing With Fire
Fanfiction"I'll go into the kitchen to grab a few more glasses and snacks..." I started to say, but Jade linked her arm with mine and blurted out, "I'm coming with you." Turning to face her as soon as we were in the kitchen, I asked, "What's wrong? What have...
