Should I? [S4S Short Story]

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We pulled up to Chris's house. Immediately she jumped out running to my side and opening the door. She helped me out as if I broke my leg or something. Nice gentlewomen.

We walked up a flight of stairs and we reached her apartment on the far left side down the hall. She dropped her keys and it caught my attention, so I picked them up for her. I handed them to her and seen a small bruise above her eye.

I raised my eyebrow as she plastered a small smile on her face. She avoided what I was going to ask her by frantically trying to find the key.

I grabbed her hands and she sighed very loudly swallowing the lump in her throat. "Chris, are you ok?" I took her keys from her making her body shift my way.

"I'm fi-"

"Lies!" I cut her off becoming slightly irritated.

"Hush! I should be asking you that question anyway." She mugged me snatching her keys back. "Your eyes are red Chris...You've been crying?" She avoided me and finally got her door to open. We both walked inside and I closed and locked it behind myself.

"Please, make yourself at home. Help yourself to the kitchen if you want. I'll be right back then we can talk." She disappeared down the hallway.

The urge to eat hit me.

My cravings for stuff just started for me, and they were weird as hell. I know one time I wanted a donut cheeseburger. I can't lie that shit was amazing.

She said help myself to the kitchen.

I got up and wobbled to her kitchen. The first place I looked was her fridge.

"Ehh.." I nodded and closed it. I then looked in the cabinet and behold I seen the most beautifying things ever.

Snacks

Snacks

snacks

snacks

God for her to be somewhat skinny and have a nice body her cabinet contradicts everything. My eyes inspected the cabinet for a good snack. I saw brownies and Disney princess fruit snacks. Why Disney? I don't know, but I wanted it.

I grabbed one of both and closed the cabinet.

"Damn a brownie and fruit snacks?" Chris chuckled scaring me to the point where I almost pissed my pants. I mugged her as she laughed. I bumped her when I walked past her.

She followed me back to her living room and we both sat on the couch. "So tell me what's going on with Jayla." She picked up the remote turning on the tv.

I sighed and rubbed my temple. She furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Is it that bad?" She asked.

I nodded. "Does she take meds or something for a disorder?" By this time I still couldn't figure out why she was acting like that.

She thought for a minute.

"Now that you think about it. She was taking some kind of medicine when I was good friends with her," She looked down then back at the television.

"She stopped after we got into a huge fight." She mumbled suddenly tapping the buttons on the remote vigorously.

I could tell she was becoming angry. I don't see why, though. I mean maybe because of them being good friends, but to Jayla is was obviously something more.

"What did she do to you?" She asked cutting her eyes to me.

"Why do you think she did something?" I said trying my best to avoid her gaze at me.