A.N. This is talkclean2me's idea. I guess bold can be talking, italics can be thoughts, because I'm just too lazy for punctuation.
Why does chicken taste so good? I took a bite out of the moist, juicy breast. It's flavour just oozing into my mouth, devouring my taste buds. It was the third time today that I had visited KFC. It wasn't just for the chicken though, I was attracted to the homeless person living outside. Her name was Cordy.
I remember speaking to her one time. It was just an exchange of names and me asking why she looked so hot. It may have had something to do with the fact that her hand was on fire. She didn't seem to care though, it just meant another meal for her.
Today was going to be different though. I was going to exchange more information with her. Like my favourite colour and what it's like living in a house. Maybe I could let her stay at my house. Just for the night though.
I stood up and left my tray of food boxes on the table. Someone else can clean it up. Leaving KFC, I noticed Cordy was sat in her usual place.
Hey Cordy!
She looked at me and smiled,
Hello Jodie..
She smells terrible, it's amazing.
So Cordy, would you like to come over to sleep?
I didn't wait for a reply though, I just grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her along. She sounded like she was laughing, could've been crying or shouting for help but nevermind.
At my house we just sat around and watched TV and ate loads of food. But then something happened. We were in middle of watching How To Train Your Dragon and started just staring at each other.
We moved closer to each other and she leaned in. Our lips were getting extremely close. Just as we were about to kiss... She stabbed me, threw me out of my own house, laughed at my pain and shut the door.
I still love her.
