Smooth Enchantment ||P. Kane||

Chapter 4

The TV blared right before me. My eyes started to squint at the screen to reduce the brightness of the TV. I went home after my departure from the hockey game with a very lame excuse on why I left. A lot of my colleagues believed it and a surprise that Sydney bought it too. Her eyes showed some suspicion in them when I walked out of the suite.

Melissa wasn't at home as she went over to a friends house to work on a school project. It's a relief to get the house to myself. I miss the times when I had my own apartment even if those times of loneliness came around once in awhile.

No mood to watch those sappy love movies. I do love to watch those kind of movies all of the time, but tonight ruined it for me. Love in general gives me an awkward feeling. I'm never involved with this emotion with a guy in general. And it seems like it's going to happen sooner or later. Patrick? No. Ryan? No. Anyone?

In my head, I can't even think of myself in a relationship at the moment. There's too many things I have to worry about at once; taking care of my little sister and my job is a huge hassle with unpredictable shifts I take. I don't see a relationship slipping between the gaps of my stressful life. I'm not going to let it happen either.

Trouble With The Curve was on TV when I arrived home hours ago. One of my favorite movies in the whole entire world. I know there's love brewing in the shadows of the movie between Mickey and Johnny, but the whole plot of the movie is so incredible. It seems like I watch the movie almost 24/7 since I know everything that happens. The honest truth, I have only watched this movie about maybe five times.

Down the hallway towards the front door, I heard a soft knock at the door. It's probably Melissa returning home from her friends house for the night. I picked up my phone that laid on top of the pillow next to me, resting up against the arm rest on the couch. One push of a button on my phone and the screen lit up pretty fast and bright. Nine forty-five.

"Come on in, the door's unlocked,"

I called out. My stomach flipped a bit after what I said. What if there's some stranger at the front door and I didn't know? I'm so screwed if that's the case so I threw the single blanket I used over my head like a little child hiding from their "monsters" underneath their bed.

"Movie night without me? Thanks for the invitation." Not Melissa, but Sydney. "What, your movie nights top over hockey games?"

"Mostly everything tops hockey. Everyone knows that," I mumbled and took the blanket off of my head and looked up at Sydney. There were no lights on in the house, only the tv was the single source of light. She stood right in front of it and I scowled at her. "Get out of the way, my movie isn't over you asshat."

"Excuse me," Sydney spat and grabbed the remote control off of the coffee table and turned the TV off. The room grew dark and eerie. A yelp of fear came out of my mouth and I hid back under the blanket again.

"It's too damn dark in here. TURN THE TV BACK ON OR SOMETHING. MY GOODNESS!"

After a few seconds, the lamp on the table next to the couch turned on. I peeped through the little hole in the blanket, Sydney took a seat on the arm of the couch and stared me down. Shivers went down my back from her piercing stare.

The wondering thoughts ran through my head on why she's here. I know I unexpectedly left the game very early, I'm curious on what's going through her mind at the moment as Sydney still stated at me.

"What?"

"What? Is that all you have to say, Mackenzie?" I nodded my head and she sighed. "I should be the one to say what as in what is going on with you lately?"

"Me? I've been fine. Thanks so much for asking," I replied, lying obviously.

"No, it's Patrick," Sydney said.