The Unexplainable Story of Pippa Lawrence

Chapter 9

It was excatly a week ago when Jayce and I last talked.

After the incident, Jayce hasn't tried to talk to me ever since. I didn't know if I was either relieved or bothered. I couldn't deny the fact that I felt a little distracted by it, just because it felt like something was off. His aura had changed, it had that tense, dark, lifeless exterior whenever I was around.

After three days of not talking, Jayce went over to my place, but not because of me, but because of Glen. Glen invited him over to kill some time. I was the one who answered the door and even planned to greet him. Before I could, he passed me.

For some unknown reasons, I felt stunned.

I didn't know I had the guts to, but I found myself walking behind him. I was trying to mouth some words but nothing was coming out. I knew he was mad. But why?

"Jayce," I called out to him, still following him from the back. "Do you want some chicken?"

There was never a time when I didn't want to eat whenever I'd have an off day. I'd remember my mom making me warm soup whenever my temperature was higher than usual. Mom would kindly ask me to sit and I'd give all my strength into in and sip a couple of spoons. Sugar was never added into the ingredients but whenever it'd slid down my throat, a sweet taste would overpower all my senses. I loved it. I loved the warm feeling food would always give me, how it easily represented my parent's affections. It became a habit. And it was one of things that made sense to me for comfort.

He didn't react; didn't even seem the slightest bit hesitant by my offer. I was astounded, thinking that he must really be in a bad mood to reject such gesture.

When he got to my living room I told him to take a seat as I call for Glen. He still didn't say anything; didn't even look at me. He just took the offer and sat down.

The air in my own house felt awfully different now. Like it was hard; hard to breath it in and it made things times heavy. I thought I was catching a fever, but when I touched my forehead my temperature was fine. I kept wondering about this even when I made my way up the stairs. When I reached Glen's room, I opened his door without knocking.

"Jayce is here." I said, finding my cousin half naked while throwing his soccer ball in the air.

"Sure." he responded as he sat down. "Be down in a minute. Can you fetch him some food while you're at it?"

Glen gave me that smile of pure innocence. Like a child asking their parents for something so simple like a candy. I nooded at his request in result.

When I got to the fridge, I saw the dozens of food laying in there, practically calling for me.

Darn it, Pippa. Get some food, feed your guest. Not for you, but for your guest. Just this time. Just this; serve your food to someone else.

It wasn't easy picking foods for someone else. I mean first, it's your food. And second, I didn't have the slightest clue about Jayce's food choice.

Picking from all these choices, set my mind all mixed. What would he like?

Already feeling quite frustrated, I eventually gave up and decided to grab a bag of bread, nutella, peanut butter, two bananas, two apples, a case of grapes, some strawberries, four bags of chips, a soda, a bottle of water and some cheese. I didn't intend to grab some meat, simply because I thought it would be good to just grab a snack for the boy.

I carried them to living room, and I, as capable as I could, gently placed them on our coffee table. I backed away a bit then I gestured them to Jayce, hoping he was pleased even a little.