Love is not on fire

Chapter 7

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me! I know I don't update that often and I give you my sincerest apologies! I'm going to try extremely hard to update more often, I'm just super lazy and procrastinate a lot. (And get distracted by Tumblr and useless stuff like classes and finals.) And just another quick note, I'm really sorry that the flat in this is nothing like their actual flat. I'm really bad with architecture and awareness of space. (And that is why I'm clumsy and bump into/ break many things... I belong on the internet, in a chair, where I can kill no one.) But yeah, thank you all for reading this far!

Dan's POV

A couple minutes after Chrissa left to get the popcorn, I remembered that she was too short to reach it. "I'll be right back." I started to stand up when Chrissa's friend Ben interrupted and asked why. "Oh, um, Chrissa's too short to reach the shelf where the popcorn is."

"I can help her, don't worry." Ben said with almost a bitter tone. I sat back down apprehensively. I don't like this Ben guy. He was talking and joking throughout the night but he kept death glaring me. It was like I ran over his cat or sent him dead babies in the mail. He also gave Chrissa this look, like he was angry with her but there was also this twinge of something else that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

I watched him walk to the kitchen but was snapped out of my thoughts by Chrissa's other friend, Karen (I think, I'm probably wrong.) started talking. "Chrissa's always been the shortest out of all of our friends." She laughed, "Greyson used to rest his elbow on her head. She would get so mad!"

I felt a small pang in my chest. Chrissa never mentioned Greyson. I guess I never thought that she would have a boyfriend. "Who's Greyson?" I asked trying to mask my slight disappointment.

She stopped laughing instantly. "Chrissa never told you about Greyson?" she asked in a much more serious tone.

Phil and I looked at each other, "No, she hasn't mentioned him." Phil responded.

"Oh." She looked down at her feet, "Greyson was Chrissa's twin brother."

"Was?" I asked feeling guilty that I was happy that it wasn't her boyfriend.

"Greyson died in the beginning of our senior year." Now I really felt bad that I was happy about Greyson being Chrissa's dead brother. She started to pick at her manicured nails. Before we could respond, her head shot up and she looked in the direction of the kitchen.

"Is...everything okay?" I asked.

"Probably...?" She said almost as a question.

It was quiet for a moment until Phil spoke up, "So Kenzi," he remembered her name, unlike me, but now I know, "How long have you and Chrissa-" Phil's question was cut off by a huge crash followed by a door slamming.

Kenzi was the first to shoot right up from her seat and head to the kitchen. Phil and I followed. Popcorn and glass coated the floor. Kenzi was looking at Ben, who was standing looking straight ahead and with his fists clenched. "Ben you didn't." Kenzi seemed to know exactly what was going on.

"Oh but Kenzi, I did." Ben said

"Ben we talked about this."

"I know Kenzi. We did talk about this." He turned to look at me, "But that was before I knew she was falling for some famous British idiot who could never appreciate her the right way."

I momentarily ignored the fact that he said that Chrissa was falling for me because me anger was overriding my hopeful joy. "How dar-" Phil grabbed my shoulder signaling that it wasn't the right time for me to speak.