His Obsession

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  "Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.'' 

― Florence King  

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Dedicated to all those who are PMSing right now because; THOSE CRAMPS ARE TRULY THE EVILEST BITCHES. PERIOD. (Pun intended)

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''Tell me everything! Don't you dare leave a word out?'' Jen said excitedly as she settled in her favorite Powerpuff blanket that she brought from her home.

As soon as I had entered my house she had attacked me with a bear hug that gave me the feeling of home, something that left me unsettled and made me bawl. This alarmed Jen greatly and she couldn't stop worrying about the fact that maybe she broke a bone or two in my body as she crushed me to her massive chest and squeezed me around my ribs.

I told her it wasn't like that and she definitely hadn't broken any bones or ribs in my body which made her suspicious all the more about why I was crying. I explained that I'd just been exhausted by the events of the day and Just wanted to cuddle with her while crying over titanic and cursing rose over the fact that, how huge of a selfish bitch she was and couldn't take turns on the door. 

Now we were all settled and surrounded by a dozen pillows and fluffy blankets with tissues, ice creams, and everything necessary for a heartbreak, Even though, I hadn't had my heart broken. 

Thank god for that.

''Why do you wanna know so bad?'' I ask sighing as I wipe my eyes with the sleeves of my hello kitty Pajamas.

''Really Ava. You're really gonna ask me that when you came hurling through the door after being dropped off by the hunkiest hottest men alive and instead of being all giddy and shit you were crying your eyes out as if he had just cheated on you with your sister?''

''Um, I don't have a sister.''

''That. Is. Not. The. Point.'' She says loudly, hitting her pillow that was rested on her lap, hard.

''I don't where, to begin with.'' I sigh, twiddling my thumbs together.

''From wherever you want.''

''That's the thing, I don't know where to begin with.'' 

''Just start from the beginning.''

''That's gonna take a lot of time and we won't be able to watch the movie.''

''YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO TELL ME!'' she shouted standing up on the sofa and pointing at me.

''ME?'' I shouted back now standing on the sofa as well, ''YOU ARE THE ONE WHO'S PERSISTENT ABOUT ME TELLING YOU WHAT HAPPENED!''

''OF COURSE, I'M GONNA ASK! YOU WERE DROPPED OFF BY A HOT GUY WHAT DID YOU EXPECT!?''

''FOR YOU TO FORGET ABOUT IT AND FOR US TO WATCH TITANIC!''

''FINE!.'' She shouted, dropping herself dramatically on the sofa and crossing her arms.

''FINE!'' I shouted back and carefully settled myself beside her, crossing my arms as well.

We sat there, both of us sporting matching pouts and the same stance, the TV screen black, the only sound that could be heard of was the ambulances siren blaring or the cars passing by. But truly, the silence only lasted for approximately 20 seconds before she jumped on me and scared the ever-living fuck out of me.