12 Days

(3) Step Up Your Game

Just a little glimpse of Zelda Ray's side

(QUICK QUESTION AT THE END!)

Zelda Ray P.O.V:

The moment he asked for my help, I knew I should have just rejected right away. But, something stopped me. Right off the bat I agreed to help. Hell, who wouldn't? After all, it's two birds and one stone. 

That stone was Wyatt, Liam, and me combined. Noah and Cece as the two birds. 

"As a woman, and a best friend, I find myself very defernatial." I state, sipping on my coffee, that Wyatt, being such a kind human being, shared. Wrong. Him being a kind human being. Scratch that, him being a human at all! That is so not possible.

He owed me. He owed me much more. Slowly, I'll get everything that he owed to me. Slowly. Step by step.

"So your in, right?" Liam questions, trying to get some almonds out of my bag.

"Yes," I smack his hand. "I am."

"Great. So you do you."

"But we have to be diligent. Cece is very sensitive." I remind them. "Something happens to her, I'm chopping your dicks off first."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll be diddly." Wyatt huffs.

"Di-li-gent." I groan, smacking Wyatt's arm. 

"Yeah, di-li-gent." He mocks.

"I bet you don't even know what that means."

"Sure the fuck I do."

"Oh?" I arch my eyebrow, folding my hands. "Please, tell me."

"Ain't have to." He snaps, leaning in.

"'Cause ya don't." I snap back.

"I do."

"Then say it." Wyatt stays silent, giving me a glare. "At least fabricate-oh wait! You don't know what that means! Fabricate is your name, isn't it." Anger was talking for me. Like what that little red dude from 'Inside Out' who controlled the girl or whatever. Well, I think he did.

"You guys done?" Liam speaks after 30 seconds of silence.

"It means caring for someone's feelings, doofus." I hiss at Wyatt. "Something you weren't great at." Wyatt rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." With that, he screeches his chair back, leaving the dining room. My eyes followed his every move. I am a dumbass for letting him come. Liam was enough. 

"Are you still hurt about-"

"I'm over him, Liam. I moved on." I interrupt.

"Ya sure? It sure don't seem like it." Once Liam said that, I gave him a 'shut-the-fuck-up-before-I-lose-my-cool' look. "Okay, okay. Geez." He raises his hands up, impersonating a 'I-surrender' gesture.  "So when does this whole 'operation' start?" I thought for a moment. A click in the brain made me smile.

Grabbing my phone, I started to text Cece, while talking to Liam. "How about now?"

Cecilia Jones P.O.V:

My jaw hurts. Like a lot. I could already feel my saliva dripping from my lips, down the paint brush to my knee calf. Thank God Zelda agreed to come over. What a nice friend. What would I do without her.

Just a few more minutes, and then Zelda will come here to the rescue. Wiping sweat off my forehead, I dipped the roller into the paint bucket. Who knew painting a house would be this hard?!