Short Stories

03 ; "that's not how you eat string cheese"

*this one is not a fan fiction, but rather, my own story*

short story number three; "that's not how you eat string cheese."

The floorboard creaked as I made my best attempt to sneak down the narrow hall. I pulled down the shirt that I stole from my older brother, Beau. It was the only thing that I was wearing other than underwear. I cringed as my stomach growled, yearning for something to eat. As I walked down the stairs, the noise of footsteps were brought to my ears. Panicked, I scanned the visible surroundings. My eyes squinted at a moving figure that laid near the floor. As it got closer, realisation hit me when I saw my pug, Lyric, with a chew toy in his mouth. He circled around my legs before lying down, his head resting on my slippers. I smiled, rolling my eyes before picking him up and taking Lyric down the rest of the stairs.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, I made my way over to the kitchen, running my hand that wasn't holding Lyric over the sleek black tile that formed the counter.

I pulled the fridge door open, giving me goosebumps on my arms as the cold air filled the atmosphere around me and the fridge's light brightened the whole room. I set Lyric down and opened the drawer that revealed an unopened pack of string cheese. I grabbed it and ripped off the top part. After grabbing two of the sticks, I zipped up the package and went to sit in the dining room. I set Lyric down on the chair next to me and pulled out one of my own, picking it up to rid any possible noise.

I took a bite of the string cheese, not bothering to peel it. Lyric began to growl and stare at something behind me. This pug was one who would bark at the TV so when he growled, I wasn't shocked.

"Lyric," I hissed quietly, careful not to disturb anyone, "No one's there!"

I took a bite of the cheese before turning around to see Luke, my brother's best friend, staring at me with a look of false hurt covering his face.

"I'm flattered," he began, stepping closer to me, "But we both know that you know I'm a someone."

I didn't bother questioning his motives, after all, he was my brother's best friend. I simply rolled my eyes and pushed my light brown hair over my head. Luke gave me a smirk and grabbed the other string cheese that I had placed on the table on front of me.

I rolled my eyes once again, and took my last bite of the string cheese. "Avalon?" Luke began, I turned around, pulling my shirt down self-consciously before looking back at him.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"That's not how you eat string cheese." he deadpanned, a grin threatening to appear on his lips.

"Since when has there been a way to properly eat string cheese?" I retorted, hoping it was enough to shut him up. Obviously, it wasn't.

"Since it was invented." Luke responded, the grin taking over his features.

"Well, I'm unique!" I huffed, crossing my arms under my chest and standing up.

He took a moment to scan over my apparel before looking back up at me. "You sure are," he mumbled, thinking it would be too quiet for me to hear. He proceeded to clear his throat awkwardly. "Anyways, I'm going back to sleep. Night, Ava."

"Night, Luke." I concluded as he waved and I waved back, letting out a shaky breath and a tired yawn.

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