All The Odds

Twenty-Three

Daniel ran out of their apartment like the host of hell was after him for blood, he hurriedly threw on the first shirt he was able to grab on his way out but only succeeded in wearing it inside out. He didn't notice.

He got to his car before realising he didn't have the key and no way in hell was he going back in there.

"Damn." He cursed and angrily kicked the car's tire. Bad move, his flip-flop didn't favour his toes and a crippling pain instantly shot to his ankle.

"Fúck! Fúck! Fúck!" He cried out in pain, doubling over to grip his leg with both hands. He was even still in his bloody boxers! What the hell was he thinking? Right, he wasn't thinking at all.

At least he was smart enough to bring his phone. He quickly dialled the number of the only person that will understand his predicament, Cynthia. He anxiously paced around as he waited for her to pick, chewing his lips as he did so.

This was bad, this was really bad.

"Pick up, pick up." He chanted nervously but the call mocked him by going to voicemail as soon as he spoke. He redialled instantly.

"Cynthia please, pick up." He whispered, walking away from his car and the building should incase Bella decide to come after him. He doubted that very much though. The call went to voicemail again and again he redialled and kept walking.

Where he was heading or how far he could walk, he had no idea. It was almost 3:30 in the freaking A.M, maybe he should get a cab and take money from Cynthia to pay.

"Hello?" A gruffly voice broke through his consideration.

"Oh thank God, Cynthia I need you to come and pick me right now."

"Excuse you?" She said in the same unclear voice.

"Wake up Cynthia, I'm walking down my street in my boxers and a rainbow coloured flip-flops that could be spotted from Mars. I need you to drive over now." He repeated, shuddering and it wasn't from the chilled night air.

"What? Why?"

"Something bad has happened, I don't know what happened. One minute we were standing and then we were sitting..."

"Calm down Daniel and tell me what happened? Is Bella okay?" She asked and sounded more alert, Daniel even heard her ruffling out of bed.

"Oh love, Bella and I kissed." Daniel cringed as the words left his mouth and a loud gasp filled his ear from Cynthia.

He stopped walking as the memory came rushing back.

"May I ask what on God's green earth you are doing?" He had asked after switching on the light. The look in her eyes was priceless, she blushed furiously like it was going out of style. He couldn't help but tease her more.

"You were just going to dry hump an innocent pillow when the man you want is just a phone call away?" He took a step towards her and she backed away from him, trying to make herself as small as possible. She held the pillow in her hands up like a shield against him. Daniel had to pry it off her hands and smack her on the head with it before laughing in her face.

Had she gotten any redder, they could have cooked a freaking pizza on her face. He enjoyed her embarrassment so much he couldn't stop laughing, even when his stomach hurt.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" She leered up at him and he nodded gleefully. It was as good as any payback he could get for the hurtful words she said to him.

"You should have seen your face." He said, unable to contain himself.

Bella picked up the pillow again and attacked him with a battle cry. They went at it like wild teenage girls at a sleep over for what felt like hours, together they became a laughing mess and collapsed on his bed when they were spent. Daniel realised just how much he had missed her and didn't hesitate in telling her.