'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 10: How 'Chosen' are you? (Dannity)

A half hour later, and two spoons full left of this frozen strawberry yogurt (I gotta keep somewhat healthy; If I actually ate what I intended to, well, let's just say, the only boyfriend I would have visiting 'boo-boo-kitty' would be the bright pink 'Rabbit Habit' I have hidden in the back of my under-wear drawer. Shhh, that's just between you and I.)

Come to think of it - I could just blow off the ole thumper humper, and fix the problem myself; but, dang it – I'm sure it needed new batteries.

Just as that positively ravishing thought came close to convincing me, and my 'hoo-hah,' the front door handle jiggled - as it likes to get stuck sometimes; I sprung out of my room (along with the idea of taking matters into my own capable hands) like a deer springing over a fallen log.

"Well, did you find him?" I blustered in a huff. "Was he, or wasn't he?" I chucked.

One fantastic eye roll later.

"First off... give me a sec to step inside; get off this fashionably yet, hot-as-hell jacket, please. Do you know how hard it is to conceal a weapon and not look like you've been running a marathon, and all the while, carrying a sheathing short sword..." – to which I had been corrected before by her, as-a-matter-of-factly, that it was a 'sixteenth century parrying dagger – not some sword.'

I gaped at her with a sarcastic nod.

Whatever you want to call it, still resembles a sword, just shorter.

As I slopped over her metal enthusiasm. I studied the 'dagger' closer; there were no residue (I just killed something) nor stains on it – so, that pretty much quenched my continuation of the subject.

"No one told you to take that..." I retaliated. "... you do own smaller crap to take that take less to hide on your body."

"Yes, but..." still examining the sharpness of her wonder-blade, "...this is a more dramatic statement that gives the authority that I'm looking to shove out." She bolstered proudly.

"Besides, I'm too careful to just get caught by any ordinary eyes; no one, other than you, knows who I am here." She added matter-of-factly.

That sounded wrong. "Not even Ben?"

"Are you kidding me? That goof ball player would rat me out to the whole team if he knew exactly whom he'd been frolicking about with."

"Everyone gets caught on something, eventually." I coughed.

"I'm not everyone. I. Am. The. One." She declared profoundly.

I became dumbfounded, with wide eyes to match, watching her take the blade and her 'the one' self to her room. Returning within minutes dressed in an entirely different out-fit.

"Wow." I murmured. No one changes clothes as much this one does – ever. She must have read my mind, or at the very least, saw how my eyes clapped together as she made her way to the bathroom. "I can't go see Ben with what I had on."

"You had on jeans, and a basic top." I quipped.

"Exactly, basic." She professed.

When did she become such a pompous? Too much power, along with too much time with that large, over-priced hairspray can do such a thing, I suppose; or perhaps – at this point – oh... I didn't care.

I sat here crossed-legged on the art-stone, colored soft-spring carpet. A usual spot I retained when doing mostly anything - even the occasional sleeping - I could sometimes be found draped on the floor on a make-shift bed. Hey! I never said I was normal; it brings me comfort. Comfort can be harder to find than the best cup of coffee. Ah! deep roasted, my friend.

I sat there for a few minutes listening to her obnoxious, up-beat humming. Stepping slightly out of the doorframe, she caught eye of me there.

Either she felt pity for me, or she interpreted the frustration beaming from pore to toe, from her being such big-arse-jerk for always being conceited in her all importance.

"Maybe he didn't read too much into it; don't be so over-dramatic." Nik finally professed while straightening her hair.

"Yea, well, maybe your coslopus has never been poked before." Sarcasm was an especially spectacular weapon of mine when I was angry; upset; hungry; hard-up; and well, hell – I suppose any feeling conjured up daily, covered it.

"Hey ..." she belled, stepping out of the bathroom, her hand still attached to the straight iron. "... At least my 'coslopus' has had attention gave to it, you're lucky enough if yours hasn't sealed back together due to lack of." Her lips broke into a familiar smile.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you're probably imagining..." She added with reassurance. "...I know your inner freak out button gets all bent outta shape over practically anything, and everything, or for nothing."

Damn. Why does she always have to be right about me? I'm not that easy to decipher, am I? No. "Would you please stop acting like you know me so well!" I bulleted out.

"Danni, the truth is... I do know you; I've known you since the first day of high school; and you, aren't that great at keeping your scheisse together when it comes to having some fantasy relationship with a guy... which you barely know... and just by chance have a very interesting confrontation of the minds with his younger brother..." Reloading her air-guns as she curled another strand of hair. "... of all people, you should be thanking the stars... Aphrodite... that miniature flippin' cupid cherub for giving - not one, but, two - guys, who happen to be brothers, for you."

The word 'brothers' suddenly, echoed from left to right ear. "Brother... How do you know that?"

"Please, boobah..." Perching her free hand to a hip. "... I know all. I have to with the line of work I've been so fortunate to be immersed in – which, to my damnation, seems to never want to end!"

"How arrogant of you." I teased.

"You know it."

"Oh, just go on your date with your own 'freak' boy." I mocked and cringed suddenly; regretting what came out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She flared.

Hesitant not to drop any more of my own assumptions of Nik's bf – did I mention – I absolutely suck at keeping a secret; especially from my best friend.

I can't let her know I've had an odd feeling for what Ben maybe doing behind her back; and I, cannot, let her know that I knew something was perhaps going on and not have said a word. Jitter-balls, the state would have a nuclear disaster right here on campus.

So, I pulled the tiniest of tiny white lies' rapidly out of my brain. "... 'cause he's so big ...he's so cute... he's so perfecto..." I drawled rolling my eyes to add a flare of dramatics.

"Tell me how you really feel, Dans." Nikki let out asnorting laugh. "In case I ever happen to marry this guy, I'll leave outthis little conversation of ours, k."