Kittie Tales

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: The Unveiling.

"Soooooo....... ", I began, grinning wider than was legally allowed in the constitution. Roxie regarded me with a weird look like she was beginning to doubt my sanity. Her eyes quickly darted to the knife I was holding and back to my face.

Yeah right! Cos I would inform you when I want to murder you...

I was busy slicing vegetables for the salad we were suddenly craving and had been waiting all morning till we weren't within earshot, it was really a very hard task because everyone was going about, foreseeing last-minute preparations while Roxie was being Roxie. Lazing around. "Juan, huh?", I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively at her.

The dark-haired who had been gulping down water like a dehydrated camel fresh off the Sahara spurted the whole liquid out of her mouth in pure and utter shock. Clearly, she wasn't aware of the fact that in drinking any liquid at all, it's supposed to go in and not out.

Someone should really tell her..

"H-how did you... How-?", she stuttered.

"How do I know?", I smiled sweetly at her and batted my eyelashes. "I'm your best pal, aren't I? It's my duty to know", I lied.

Roxanne's eyes turned into slits, waiting for me to spill the beans. She had the look on her face that says she isn't buying any of my very inexpensive BS. "Okay, okay. I may have heard something". She arched her arched eyebrows at me, challenging me. "Seen something even", I confessed.

Her frown deepened. "What?! In my own defence, Y'all weren't too discreet about it. You were practically suffocating each other with your lips in the damn kitchen", I exclaimed. "You couldn't find somewhere more, you know, private?"

Roxie threw her hand over my mouth the next minute. "Jesus Christ! Endra! Keep your voice down! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Everyone in the goddamned world can hear you!", she whisper-yelled at me. My tongue darted out to lick her palm over my mouth. She shrieked with disgust and pulled away from me. I laughed wholeheartedly. "You're so gross", she rushed to the water tap to rinse the germs off her hands.

"Yeah, I know. You love me"

She groaned. "I'm beginning to doubt that particular statement more and more each passing day".

I narrowed my eyes at my friend. "I know what you're doing, You sneaky witch! You're trying to change the damn topic"

Roxie laughed. "It was worth a try". Just immediately, Her cheerful demeanour was replaced by a pained expression. She looked on the verge of tears, so lost, almost vulnerable, nothing like the ruggedly fierce devil I've known for years.

I instantly became worried for her. Roxanne Dumonte was never one to show any emotion relating to fear. At all. Fierce, yes. Impulsive, yes. Dog headed, yes. But certainly not fear. She reserved that particular emotion for extremely frightening situations like when the prices of shoes at the discount store was inflated. Or that one time when Kittie fell off the window sill.

"Is everything alright, Rox?"

"Can we not talk about this right now? Maybe when we get back to our apartment", she pleaded with me, with those insanely beautiful blue green eyes that were hers and hers alone to have. Eyes that I could never say no to.

Yeah, ask Tobi. I almost made out with him once. Good thing Roxy's call came at that particular moment...

I sighed and embraced her in a hug I thought warm and soothing. "Okay, but just because we promised to leave our problems at the apartment", I told her then added in a strong voice that demanded no argument whatsoever. "But once we get back, you're going to offload all your baggage of problems on me and I don't care how heavy they are. I'll carry them even if it costs me my spine, do you understand that?"