Dinner

four [4]

DESPITE BRUNCH, ABEL WAS STILL STARVING. His stomach growled loudly, as he and Juni were sitting on his couch. He placed a hand on his stomach, silently urging it to shut the hell up.

Juni glanced away from the movie and looked to Abel with a raised eyebrow. "How are you still hungry?" She asked incredulously, with a slight smile on her face. Abel was amusing to her. She hoped he would ask her to cook. Then, while she is stirring the pan, Abel would come up behind her and wrap his long arms around her body. He would rest his head in her hair and inhale her shampoo scent deeply (like all the cutesy romance books be like). But, after that what would happen, in Juni's fantasy, would be rated X quite easily.

"No I'm not." He said, bringing her back from her fantasy, just when it was getting to the good part. Abel gave her a tight-lipped smile, taking notice of Juni's extremely red cheeks. Nodding, Juni turned away, in attempt to hide her cheeks.

Now, Abel was completely aware of Juni's actions. He noted how she had tried to scoot closer to him during the movie. Abel suspected that Juni had only chosen a horror movie just so she could jump into his arms. He rolled his eyes, and she scooted closer. Every time she moved closer, Abel moved himself away. He could only move away so much though. The amount of empty space on his side was running out.

As if on cue, Abel's stomach growled loudly at the same time the main character in the movie screamed. But this time, he bent down to clutch his stomach, groaning.

Juni placed a comforting hand on Abel's shoulder. "What's wrong?" she cooed, pretending to be ignorant (but was she really pretending?). She began to massage his shoulder sensually. "Does this make you feel better?"

No you fucking idiot, it doesn't, Abel wanted to shout at her. My shoulder doesn't fucking hurt; my stomach does. He grimaced, and tried to pull his shoulder out her tight grip. Now both his shoulder and stomach hurt. "Let go. Please." He was unsuccessful.

"Why?" Juni asked, now bringing her other hand to help painfully massage his shoulder. Now, she had stood up on her knees and really getting into Abel's massage. "Is this better, Abel?"

Did her parents drop Juni on her head many times as a child? Good fucking grief, he said stop. "Holy hell, Juniper, I told you to stop!" He shouted, trying once again to get out of her grip. Was she really strong or was he getting weaker, Abel thought. He pulled his feet up and began kicking randomly and furiously to get Juni off. This time, he was successful and managed to hit her off the couch.

Abel cradled his aching shoulder and stared at Juni on the floor. Juni, who fell back first into the rug, was unharmed (albeit a little sore). She put her hands behind her back and held herself up, to look at Abel. It was by a fluke of luck that Juni's head had not hit the corner of the coffee table and split her skull open. Their breathing was heavy as they stared at each other in disbelief and anger.

Abel was the first one to speak and to break the staring contest. "Fuck," he said. Abel ran out of the room and opened a closed door in the hallway. He slammed the door shut and locked it quickly, all while clutching his shoulder. Abel was weak and getting weaker. He removed his suit jacket, and threw it onto his bed. Abel glanced to his dress shirt covered shoulder. He could see his dark red, no, black, blood seep through the white shirt. Abel cursed some more as he tried to unbutton his shirt.

There came a furious knock at the bedroom door. "Abel, what the hell?!" Juni screeched on the other side, continuing to pound on the door. "What the actual hell?"

Abel had managed to take off his shirt, which in retrospect was a bad idea. Abel looked at his back using his mirror, trying his best to inspect his wound. Now Abel had nothing to hold against the wound, and his blood slowly began to drip down his back. How could a girl like Juni have done this to him?