Be My Friend

Chapter 10: SAY10

"What? You don't want me to see your face, macho-man? Not pretty enough for these eyeballs?" I accuse while pointing blindly-and accusingly- into the cold darkness of the room. I go back to sitting in the center of the room near the candles and only light source eat my Dorito's. I didn't realize how damn hungry I was. 

"So about that deal." A voice echoes from in front; nearly making me jump out of my skin. Heavy boots move around the room but it's impossible for me to place where exactly the sound is coming from-but maybe that's just because my head feels clouded. 

It's silent from myself for a moment, "Well... I didn't think I'd get this far." I admit. I could physically feel his eyes rolling somehow.

"What do you want? Money? Power? Fame? Sex? What?" He asks impatiently. I think for a moment. I didn't really desire any of those. Money hasn't really been an issue and I've always been a go with the flow kind of person. Sex is not even on the table for me-no thanks. I couldn't deal with being famous (all those prying eyes on you always). 

"Oh, I know!" The heavy boots around the room halt. "I need a companion. A friend. I've never been the sociable type. I've always been alone." I state and bite my lip with a timid smile. It's not that I was an ugly kid or weird kid- well actually that's not true, I am kind of strange. Growing up I couldn't be around people with how easily I'd become annoyed or irritated. As dickish as it may sound I've been like that with my mother at times too, but she was way more understanding about the depression and anxiety than the kids in my old schools. 

"That's... Interesting." He finally says but barely breaks the tension. I can see the gears turning in his head... Even though I couldn't see his head at all. "Who should... this friend be?" His voice bounces off the walls in tentative curiosity.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" I ask.

"Uh, well...no? Why?" He says clearly caught off guard.

"Well, new friend. Come back tomorrow and you'll find out." If he could see me he would know that I was doing finger guns. I let out a belch and hiccup. 

"Your soul is mine until the day you die. I hope you know." He states. The sound of metal against metal gets my attention. Was that sound there before? They sounded like chains. 

"Yeah, I'm cool with that," I say honestly and eat another chip.

"You're just drunk, you're mortal and probably don't know any better." He says bitterly and I almost feel bad but why? This was my decision. 

"I'll have you know I made up my mind before I was drunk, so shove it, tough guy." 

After a few moments of silence, the air feels suddenly lighter and the chilly air disappears. He must've left. Bastard, just when the conversation starts getting good he leaves.