FE!N | ᵏⁱˡˡᵉʳ

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄

❝𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒❞

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a week had passed since that night at the club, yet the image of her. she remained imprinted in my mind like a vivid tattoo. the memory of this mystery girl lingered like a haunting melody. i found myself replaying that moment over and over-the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light, how our gazes locked and held, a silent conversation swirling between us in the noise of the crowd.

i didn't even know her name, yet i was captivated.

"oi, killer! earth to fucking killer!" kid's voice jolted me back to reality. i glanced over at him, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, an impatient look plastered on his face.

"what?" I replied, trying to mask my annoyance. i was lost in thought, a place I often preferred to be.

"you've been zoning out all week, man. what's got your balls in a twist?" he stepped forward, the cocky smirk fading slightly as he scrutinized me. kid had a knack for sensing when something was off, and right now, he was on the scent. i shrugged, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "nothing's got my balls. m'just tired, haven't been getting much sleep lately."

"sure, buddy. And i've got two dicks." he scoffed while rolling his eyes, exaggerating his annoyance. "you know, if you're getting all mopey over a girl, you could just tell me."

there it was.

the truth was, i was getting mopey. i had been replaying every detail about the girl in my mind: her long hair, the way it framed her face, the image of her lips that sent a rush through me like a shot of adrenaline. but i wasn't ready to share that with kid. I don't think i ever will be, it's embarrassing.

"i'm fine, really," i insisted, forcing a chuckle. "just thinking about food."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "speaking of which, let's go to the grocery store. we're out of everything. if i have to eat another bowl of instant noodles, i might just kill myself."i smiled at his dramatics, but a part of me welcomed the distraction. maybe i could clear my head while shopping for mundane necessities. i gathered my keys and made my way to the door.

as we piled into the van, kid continued his usual banter, spouting off a litany of complaints about our current food situation. heat, my other roommate, drove, while wire sat in the back with a pair of headphones, lost in his own world. kid was relentless, though. his energy was infectious, even if it was a bit grating.

"why the fuck do we even have a fridge? It's just a decoration at this point," Kid griped. "If we're gonna survive on ramen, we might as well take it to the next level and just order takeout every night."

"because takeout costs money, and we need to eat something that won't send us to the hospital," heat replied, his voice flat.

"yeah, well, i'd rather risk a heart attack than deal with whatever crap you try to cook," he shot back, snorting. "i swear, your idea of a gourmet meal is slapping some cheese on bread."

"leave the cooking to killer. stay the hell out of the kitchen."

i chuckled despite myself, grateful for the brief reprieve from my thoughts of her. we arrived at the grocery store, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. It felt like any other shopping trip-mundane and predictable. but as we walked through the aisles, i found my mind drifting back to her.

the shelves were stocked with colorful boxes and jars, and the usual sounds of carts clattering and people chatting filled the air. i glanced around, half hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but my heart sank at the absurdity of it. what were the odds?