I'd Rather Be in Love than Dead

Chapter Four

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Alayna's Perspective:

It had been about three days since I received Cornelius and that was possibly the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me.

Garrett was still his normal self (well, if you could consider normal having to rest a lot and being extremely irritable normal for Garrett).

Chasity was still refusing to leave Pat’s house, and I could imagine that this was just as awkward for him as it was for me.

I haven’t had basically any type of relationship at all, ever, not once.

The only ‘relationship’ I’ve ever had with a boy was in the sixth grade, and he was just desperate enough to try and make his exes jealous. He never had any interest in me whatsoever.

At the time, it was the best feeling in the world, to feel wanted for the first time in my life, I had never really been all that popular (even if I seriously could care less about popularity) I’ve only ever had at least four friends at a time, those flings only lasted a few months, then they got bored with their little charity friendship, and then turned on me.

After about a year of taking his crap, I decided to break up with him since I felt that I really felt nothing towards him, and I thought it was completely useless to be with someone unless it’s for a good long-run.

Ever since then, I’ve been single, and I’ve gotten quite used to it.

I could imagine that at this point in time, Chasity and Garrett are arguing about something else now, well technically Garrett is the only one arguing.

I came into the kitchen to find Pat and John, sitting on the counter, like they were waiting for something.

“Hey guys,” I said, trying to sound as interested as I could get.

“Hey Alayna,” they said at the same time.

“Are you waiting for something?” I asked, as I couldn’t think of anything to say at this point.

“We’re waiting to see why Garrett seems so pissed lately,” John said “we were trying to think of all the possibilities,” then he ran a hand through his thick looking hair.  

“What have you gotten so far?” I asked, smiling quizzically.

“He’s probably just pissed that he got messed up by some drunk,” John shrugged.

“I would probably be upset if someone hit me in the head with a lamp,” I said, as I heard a small noise come from Cornelius on the floor.

John chuckled “Anyone would, that would f**king hurt.”

I looked over to Pat “What’ve you been up to? I would think that since no one has left yet, you’d be really annoyed.”

Pat, being in my eyes, pretty attractive, shrugged “It’s a pretty big house, one person isn’t enough sometimes.”

I smiled, I had realized that I was in the presence of a popular indie band, but it felt nothing of the sort. It felt like I have been friends with them for years, just like Chasity and Garrett.

“Do you want me to get you a cat too?” John asked, as I giggled. You don’t hear that every day.

Pat shook his head “I could get myself one if I wanted to.”