Stitches

Thirteen

When we got home, I opened the fridge and took a bottle of beer.

"What the fuck Vem?" Crisfer shouted.

"I messed up again damn it." I replied and took a drink.

"With Craite?" She sat on the couch.

"It's my fault. This kind of set up isn't for me. I told him that I care about him now and he's not into it so I panicked. I told him to just call it quits before I fuck this up more." I explained.

"What did he say?" She asked.

"I dont know. I walked out." I took a drink again.

She laughed and I stared at her pissed off.

"Yeah, you did fucked it up."

She took my beer and took a drink as well. I grabbed it back after. I sighed.

"You wanna go somewhere fun tonight? Let's go to Popo's event." She said.

"But Spencer?" I finished my bottle.

"The love of his life is with him." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you really think so? She's married remember?"

"She's not. There's no ring Vem! Besides why would Spencer go to Singapore and spend a week long with a person who just went on honeymoon? Something happened." She explains.

"God! Why can't I have those trait of yours. Sometimes I do wonder why I studied humans when I don't even have the ability to see what you see."

"Because you only see what you want to see. You don't pay attention to things who doesn't interest you, which is normal of course. But there are people like me who finds time to give my interest to everyone around me. So I don't know who's really weird."

She stood up and took another bottle for both of us. She's right. See this is why I don't need a doctor for my issues. I can always ask Crisfer about what to do with my life.

"Do you really think I should stop this?" I asked again.

"If you feel it won't go anywhere then stop it but the way I see Craite when he's with you, is a little doubtful." She handed me one bottle.

"Tell me more." I kinda feel hopeful myself.

"The way he looks at you is like you're the only girl in the world." She said.

"That is the most bullshit thing I heard from you." I laughed.

"You don't see that?" She asks.

"No. Until now, I am convinced that it is just about the fucking." I sighed again.

"Ok, you know him more than any of us so cheers for falling and fucking it up again."

We clinked our bottle and drink at the same time.

"Tell me something." She added.

"About what?" I replied.

"Is he good?" She grinned.

I drank another mouth full of beer.

"Damn right he is."

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We both texted Spencer that we'll be going to Popo's event that night but he didn't bother replying.

"If he wasn't injured, i'll be thinking they'll spend the night fucking." Crisfer said as she opened the driver's seat to her car.

She was wearing a black tube satin mini dress and a red peep toe high heels. She lets her hair down and gave it some big curls. She put a gothic make up that makes her look fierce but at the same time sexy.