Is This Really Necessary? : A Kidnapped Story

Chapter 2: Date Night

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That dream must have really been something interesting last night because when I woke up, I was under the covers and on my side. Brushing it off as nothing, I looked over to my alarm and noticed someone hit the snooze button. Farrah, up at a decent hour, in the morning, I guess anything really was possible.

Luckily, I still had two hours to spare so the thought of breakfast was welcoming. I went downstairs and made my usual pancakes and eggs. A few minutes later, as the eggs were finishing, I heard Farrah coming down the stairs.

"Morning Liz, you'll never believe what happened to me last night," she's about to tell me more until I hear another pair of feet creaking down the steps.

"Hey Farrah, I can't find my shirt. Did you wash it or - oh morning Eliza."

"Chris," I say and grab Farrah's arm to say something before he makes his way over to the bar stools. "Fucking Chris, from anatomy Fare, again. I thought he was your freshman year fluke," I whisper yell in her direction. "We live here for crying out loud. I've heard the stories about his late nite ventures. If anything comes up missing I'm alerting the authorities."

"Oh, at least Chris is interesting. At least he has a story. Besides he's not like that anymore. He's changed since, well since his mom died. Maybe if you talked to people you would know that," she whisper yells back. "He makes me happy Liz, I would never get in the way of your happiness."

That is true and she already made me feel like Cruella De Ville when she said his mom died.

"Talking about me are we," he says as he comes to put an arm around Farrah's waist. "Only good thing I hope."

"Always," she says smiling as she leans into his chest.

I have to admit Farrah has been unusually calm the last few months. Less partying and actually showing up to class a few minutes after me. Maybe Chris isn't so bad for her after all. I make a plate for myself and head to the kitchen island.

"There's plenty more if you guys want something," I suggest.

"Oh and Farrah, ha ha turning off my alarm. Real classy. Luck for me my body is used to getting up at 7:15 on a Monday."

"What are you talking about Liz, I've been up all night yeah, but if you didn't notice Chris and I have been talking since 5. I didn't leave my room except to let him in."

Talking, I thought. Yeah if talking had anything to do with giggling and "stop Chris" coming from next door then I guess I've never had a real conversation before.

"You really gotta stop talking to yourself out loud Liz, and for your info. yes there was more than talking. So before you go say anything else, when was the last time you and a guy even talked."

Touché. She had a point there. My only real boyfriend ever was Joey Fagili. He was an Italian boy with a real job and a love for family. He was perfect. Just not for me, but I've heard him and Ally Kiphart got along fine senior year. Word is they live in New Jersey and he's running his dad's chain of pizza joints up there. Good for them.

"My boy problems aren't the concern here. If you didn't turn off my alarm then who did?"

"Beats me. Maybe you just didn't set it like you thought you did," Farrah suggested.

"Yeah, happens to me all the time," Chris continues.

"Speaking of time. When are you gonna start dating honey. I know you have to be all lonely whenever Chris comes over, and you could honestly use the male attention if you know what I mean."

"Farrah, let's not go pushing her into anything that she doesn't want to do," Chris counters.

"She's my roommate so I think I've known her long enough to know she needs a guy in her life...or girl. No judging," Farrah suggests.

"Hey, if your looking to go for a date Tinder is having this big speed date session, at Marquee on Friday night, but you gotta make a profile and reserve. Seems like a hell of a way to get out there if you ask me."

"Thanks Chris, I'll sleep on it."

The guy wasn't as bad as I was told to be honest. He actually seems like he's changed his ways. Or maybe the rumors were just rumors. Hopefully it was the latter of the two.

"Well I'm off to sleep, since I didn't get much of any last night," says Farrah directing her glance to Chris. He says a quick "see you later" then accompanies Farrah back to her room.

Soon after they leave I'm done with my breakfast and back upstairs to back for class. It's mid January and the weather won't be nice to the southern attire I'm accustomed to. I decide on a mustard colored long sleeve sweater and dark, blue jeans. I finish the look with black boots and my black North Face coat.

I head out around 8:20 and ponder on rather I should drive or take the subway. My Literature 101 class began at 9:30 and I still had a good hour to spare so driving was definitely my way there. No need to get mugged by a lunatic when you have a perfectly good Suburban. I'm in fact glad I decided on the car because the heat feels amazing.