Illusional Love (PENDING)

Six

       It's been a few weeks since the tragedy of that night. And since it's October, I feel the need of preparing for the end of October days because there is Halloween party anywhere. Anywhere for me means almost all of the America citizens celebrate this.

       I don't know how people could be that hilarious about this party. It's just the same party with unique or scary or even role play suits. Just regularly happen in every year, so what's the difference in this year?

       "Brit sweet honey babe, breakfast ready!" I yell from the kitchen to inform her that she needs to get her ass here or I'll get them all to my belly. My cookings always have those good smells that makes my stomach screams for eating moods.

       Thank God I didn't get the weight gain from this month's period because I'm probably the most big eater while I'm in period. Taking every chocolate into my mouth from the refrigerator, buying a lot of cheesecakes and eating it all for myself, buying a lot of Chinese takeouts (4 takeouts all to myself), buying two boxes of pizzas . . . And it all happens almost every night of period days.

       Yes I'm highly crazy about food, that's why I like and lazy for cooking in the same time. I'm just such a moody person that even swings of 5 moods can happen in just a day.

       That's why I can just fail my dates for plenty of times in a matter of minutes. But don't worry, my acting skill is way important in my life than my mood swings so I can just set them aside.

       "Britney!" I call her but I don't get any respond. Since I'm pretty lack of patience, I can't handle my angers whenever I've called her and she didn't respond me. I rush to her bedroom and angrily say, "Oh my God, I swear you-".

       My words are cut by the sight in front of me. She's in her Victoria Secret lacy bra, with now she's on top of a guy that's pretty much shirtless. I don't know if the under parts are open but that's not the case.

       "I'm sorry, but Brit, your food is on the counter." I look at red flustered face she has now then I quickly close the door.

       I swear I'm so speechless right there to see this side of her. I know that she's likely to do hookup almost every week, but I didn't know that she would do it in our apartment. Geez it's our apartment.

       I feel a little bit uncomfortable about this because my eyes now are no longer virgin. Why do everything so pure can be contained with something dirty in just a matter of seconds?

       Oh God, please give me mercy for seeing something I shouldn't have seen. I say to God by my heart as I sit on the couch with my back facing the kitchen which is near the room.

       I heard like someone laughing and squealing but I thought it was just her with her phone. She used to do that almost everyday so I wouldn't care whenever she does that. Now that she's bringing someone last night and I didn't even know she did this in here.

       A door opens in a burst and I decide to not see what's on my back because I've seen dirty things enough already. It's not that I'm a nerd or what, but I'm not a fan of sexual affectionate relationship or something like that. That's just not me.

       "I'll see you back in Uni tomorrow, okay?" A voice of masculine gentleman is heard as I'm just sitting with my legs in my arms. Then I hear they kiss for awhile by the ceewt-ceewt noise.

       When the front door is closed, finally I have the courage to turn around. "Should I teach you how to knock?" Her arms are already folded with her face turns into a boring type of annoyance expression.