Aniyah and Skeet sat by the fire, watching Horror movies for the next five hours. While I slumped up in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate, and trying candy I hadn't eaten in years. Such as m&m's, skittles, that sort of stuff.
"Mathew is in the house," I rose my eyebrow, watching her boyfriend stumble through the front door with a little gift bag, "Fenix. You don't really know me at all, but I got you a present. Just wanting to be on good terms."
I took a sip of my hot chocolate, unable to gather words, "You bought me a gift? Well how come?"
Aniyah sat up, scratching her teased hair and yawning, "How long have I been o— you got her a present? Without my consent? Mathew."
I couldn't stop accidentally staring at Skeet. He was just so attractive, with his perfect jawline, and mysterious eyes. One of a murderer, if I do say so myself, "Come on, I'm trying to be nice! Why would I need your consent?"
She sat up, pulling down the bottoms of her bunched up pajama pants, "I mean, you don't have to have my consent. But, what if she doesn't like it."
I chuckled, "I mean, fuck, I'm really not that picky. I'd be happy if it was a rock."
"See, and that's where you and Aniyah are different. She's a spoiled snob who acts out of the present isn't per—" he couldn't finish his sentence without getting a fist to the mouth, "I'm sorry, damn."
"I don't need it, honestly," I groaned, walking to the couch and plopping down on it. I could feel Skeet sit next to me and sigh, which got me wondering.
"Just take the fucking gift," he rolled his eyes, handing it to me, "Why do you always got to fucking screw up every nice thing I do for someone?"
"I do not!"
I blocked out their arguing by shoving two red pillows against my ears. But that comfort ended quickly, when I saw Skeet's face pop up in front of me. His smile was somewhat comforting, despite the mysterious part of it all.
"Here's the present, babe," he handed me the red gift bag, making sure he purposely got to touch my hand, "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to sit right here and watch you open it."
"Um," I gulped, looking downwards, "Okay?"
I tore out the thing white sheets of paper, hiding the gift from view. Underneath it, was a silky black box. With a charming silver necklace inside that had my name dangling from it.
"Oh, it's the necklace we ordered a while ago," Aniyah sighed, smiling at her husband in the most passionate way.
"I love it," I uttered, examining the defined silver necklace that had my name engraved into the end of it, "Thank you so much Mathew and Aniyah, it really means so much."
Skeet took it upon himself to reach across me, and grab ahold to the end of it, getting a closer look, "It's remarkable. You're a very lucky girl FeFe."
"I'm fucking fefe now?" I groaned, ripping it out of his hands, "Yes, it's beautiful. But it's not for filthy idiots to touch."
"Come on, what did I do?" he let out a dramatic gasp, "I just want to be your friend Fenix, is that really all that wrong?"
