Eyes That See Into Infinity

Chapter Three

A few days after the awards, I found myself in a supermarket, buying ingredients for a dinner party featuring myself, Alison and 30 Seconds To Mars. So, no pressure or anything.

“Remind me again why we're doing this?” Alison asked in a bored, monotone voice, for the fifth time that day, as she chucked another unnecessary food item, into the food cart I was pushing with great difficulty. I quickly chucked it back out, and carried on pushing my trolley, with determination etched all over my face.

“Oh, he must be soo important, if you ignore your best friend about him” Alison teased, as she threw Oreos, to add to the bundle of food. I picked up the Oreos threateningly, and still said nothing. Alison sighed, and chucked several packets of bubblegum in there, and a few packets of Skittles to match. I glared at her, and threw a nearby chocolate bar at her head.

“Hey! You're the one who needs the chocolate bar thrown at her head..Ignoring me like a bitch!” Alison barked. I just raised an eyebrow, and walked on. Alison jogged up to me, and clinged on to me, like a little child, and started to whine, quite loudly, causing a few stares from strangers,

“TELL MEEEEEE! PLEASEEE E.! YOU'RE MY BESTEST FRRRRIIIIEENNNND!” I shook her off, and yelled,

“Okay!! We're having dinner with them, so we can get to know them, and they can get to know us! Okay, not really us...” Alison smirked, and popped an unpaid piece of bubblegum in her mouth. I rolled my eyes, and headed towards the checkout, ignoring the fact the Alison was flirting with some guy, by twirling her bubblegum around her finger. You know, I can never fathom why guys find that attractive. I mean...It's just skanky. It's been in your mouth, and you're twirling it around, practically displaying chewed up food. It's like chewing with your mouth open.

“Ali!” I hissed. Alison popped the gum back in her mouth, winked and skipped up to me.

“I think I've pulled” she announced quite cheerfully. I just rolled my eyes, and didn't bother to reply to this obvious statement.

.:7-30pm:.

“Oh, don't you fucking burn, don't you dare-FUCK!” I screamed in defeat. Alison looked at me, and raised her eyebrow, before returning her gorgeous reflection, and putting her other earring in. I looked at her in jealously. She was wearing dark blue jeans, a revealing white top, with white heels to match. I thought it was pointless, her wearing shoes. We're can't exactly go outside-we don't even have an outside. Our flat is really small, and cramped, not too mention lazily untidy.

It's amazing that Alison can't afford rent, but can afford new clothes.

“Calm down E. It's not like it's the end of the world” I breathed in heavily, and shut my eyes. I sighed, and stuck a fork in the burnt chicken, and decided to inspect for any actual signs of life, silently hoping that it was just the marinade.

Nope. No such luck. Obviously.

“Okay...vegetables and salads it is..” I mumbled. I grabbed a knife, and started to chop the vegetables. Alison walked in, and leaned on the kitchen door frame, frowning at me, as I ignored her, and carried on slicing up the lettuce.

“Do we not have any other meat?”

“Obviously not”

“Soup?” I paused and checked the cupboard for any sign of soup, or soup recipes. I sighed. The one time I actually need those cookbooks my mother gets for me at Christmas, even though she knows how much I hate cooking. It has nothing to do with 'Practice Makes Perfect', I just find the process tedious, and the end result isn't all that great either.