Forbidden Love Anymore (FLA) - SLOW UPDATES/EDITING IN PROGRESS

Three

So I am officially posting every Tuesday starting now. I hope you enjoy the chapter <3

After eating about three boxes of pizza (David ate two and I ate one) we stayed up and watched movies until passing out on the couch.

Now my phone won't stop ringing for some unknown reason.

"Turn that fucking phone cone off." David groans. I groan and internally roll my eyes at his lame name for my phone before getting up in search for it. I groaned again when I realized where my phone was at.

"David get your big ass up. You're on my phone." I inform him and try rolling him over but he wouldn't budge. I tried kicking him. Nothing. Shoving him. Nothing.

Sighing I peek at his face and notice a smug smirk on it. "David get the fuck up before I go get the frying pan." I snap. Withing a second he is in a sitting position with wide eyes staring at me.

"You wouldn't." He whispers lowly. I smirk evilly at him and crack my knuckles. "You know me and frying pans... They are my best friend." I inform him. He glares at me before leaning almost as if to get up.

Instead a loud disgusting smelling fart escapes him. I froze and glared at him.

My phone...

My. Phone...

My phone

My baby

I run to the kitchen quickly and grab a frying pan before running into the living room where David was. As soon as he saw the wild look in my eye that was twitching slightly from anger he shot up and booted towards the stairs while I chase after him screaming like Tarzan while waving the pan wildly in the air.

"Get back here you dick sucker!" I screech and try throwing the pan at him but he ducks. A shriek escapes him as it flies over his head before he is running again. "You're insane." He yells over his shoulder.

I figured he would make his way to the bedroom to save himself but instead he dives straight for the frying pan. I stop still in my tracks.

A victoriously vicious smirk appears across his face as he stares at the frying pan then at me. "Pay back bitch!" He exclaims before chasing after me.

I have to run slower down the stairs so I won't fall. The fact that they are right behind me sucks because now I don't have a head start to escape.

David flings the pan in his arm as I go down two or three steps at a time or I don't slip and fall to my death.

I can see the headline on a newspaper now.

Young teenage girl dies from falling down the stairs due to her insane gay best friend chasing her with a frying pan.

Too deep into my thoughts I don't notice how close David is to me until I hear a whack.

I covered my head as I waited for the painful blow. It took me a minute to realize I was fine. Turning around I look down and see David unconscious with the frying pan in his hands.

He knocked himself out with a frying pan.....

Don't laugh he is your only best friend. Hell he is your only friend you lonely little bastard.

My conscience is such a confidence booster...

I rushed to my phone and grabbed it while completely ignoring the fact it still smelled of David's fart.

When I got back to the staircase I froze in confusion. He wasn't there...

"Like I said payback bitch." David cackles from behind me. I scream bloody murder probably then I felt it...