"So what happened to your foot?"
I sigh, dreading telling another person the not-so-wonderful lie I've made up about my wrecked foot.
"I was carrying dishes into the kitchen and I dropped all the dishes and they landed on my foot and broke it," I recite for what seems like the thousandth time.
"Brooke, c'mon," Alex spews with a doubting look on his face, about to laugh at my lame excuse of a story.
"What?" I snap at him, irritated that he's seeing right through my terrible tale although I know that everyone can and will too.
"If you're gonna make up a fake story, at least make it good," he suggests with a sny tone in his voice, about to bite into the hamburger he bought for me.
"No," I bat the hamburger from his hands, barely being able to grab hold of it on the other side.
"Brooke, you need to come up with a better story that people will believe. Or at least say that terrible fabrication a little bit better than you just did. Because honestly, that was awful. You can't lie for shit," he cocks an eyebrow.
"What are we gonna' do today?" I ask, waving off the topic of my terrible fib.
"I don't know," he picks his head up a bit as if the thought of doing something today was completely absurd.
"Oh come on, you idiot. Let's go on the Eye or something. It's been a while since we cut a bunch of lines ya' know," I counter mischeviously, remembering how much fun Alex and I used to have jumping ahead of people in queues, trying to do so without people noticing.
He groans and then stops, taking a deep breath.
"What?" I prod.
"Nothing," he pouts a bit, "I'm just really, really, real-"
"Really what?" I am getting irritated at this ogre of a person I call my best friend.
"Hungry!" he yells as he jumps forward, grabbing the burger out of my hand and bolting away much faster than I thought anyone possibly could.
"Okay, Harrison. It's on," I growl under my breath as I take off after him.
He really should know better than to pull a stunt like this. When we were younger, he would always do this, and I would always catch up to him. However, this time was different; I had a walking boot this time. And I don't know if you've ever tried running in a walking boot, but I can tell you this; they are called walking boots for a reason.
Even though I can't really run in this trap around my foot, I try my damn hardest to catch up to him. After all, he does have my food, and man does that hamburger look good.
After about 25 seconds of running (hobbling) I give up and start walking back to the little hamburger shack on the corner. I figure that if he had my burger, I can just get another one. Simple as that. He really didn't want the burger though. He just wanted the chase.
I let out a deep breath I wasn't aware I was holding in as my walking boot grinds against the sidewalk. Just as I start to cross my arms over my chest, my phones chimes, making me sigh once more and this time roll my eyes in irritation.
I sling my purse over a bit and start to open it when it chimes again. And chimes once more. The small magnet and belt-like latch that enclose my bag isn't budging as my boot continues to grind against the concrete. I practically growl at my bag and finally rip my phone from its grasps once it opens.
*3 texts from Alex*
"Oh lord," I breathe out.
I once again let out an unnecesary sigh and punch my passcode into the phone, revealing Alex's text messages.
YOU ARE READING
Oblivious
Fiksi Penggemar❝You really don't know who I am anymore, do you?❞ ❝I guess you could say I'm oblivious.❞
