Chapter 16
Friends : Good :: Chocolates ....
I was smiling, not because of the delicious hot chocolate that both Kriss and I drank, and the now empty cup setting on the coffee table, not because we were watching Speedy Gonzales and Slow Poke, my favorite Looney Tunes show, but because I had laid back on the couch and Kriss immediately curled her around me. Her head sat on my chest, facing the TV as she purred lowly and had fallen asleep. She had a small smile on her face and her thick black eyelashes made a dark contrast to her pale skinned face, and her smooth features like her small (slightly pink still from the snow) nose and her lip, a perfect cupid's bow and slightly a shade redder than her skin.
Ding dong.
I groaned I didn't want to get up. I was so comfortable, so warm I could just fall asleep. I didn't want to miss any time like this with Kriss, she was always so hyper anymore and I liked the time where she was just calm. She was always sweet, even when she was incredibly hyper like in the snow or afterwards when she fell asleep.
Ding dong,
Ding dong,
Ding dong,
I groaned again, but this time carefully moved Kriss off of me as I stood up then laid her back on the couch comfortably. Kriss snuggled into the couch, yawning and rubbing her face on the couch. Man, did I wish I was that couch.
Wait, what?
I meant she deserved some sleep. She's been so tired lately and I wasn't sure if that's a cat thing, taking so many naps or if she was just easily tired. Either way, she's had a busy week and deserved a good sleep. I would have preferred a bed for her but that damn doorbell kept ringing.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
I stood up and made my way to the door grumpily, ready to scowl at whoever was behind the door.
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I shouted. "Calm your tits." I opened the door just as Drew reached forward to push the doorbell again. I scowled and look at Grant who was beside Drew and getting ready to slap the back of Drew's head. Then I looked at what they were eating.
"Chocolates," Drew explained his mouth full. "Found them at your door steps, good too!"
"Hm," I scowled at them. Why are they eating them then? "Why are you eating them?
Drew grinned as he pushed past me into my home, his teeth a little brown. "To make sure they weren't poisoned, duh."
I rolled my eyes; of course Drew would use that as an excuse. Grant smiled at me apologetically and came in after Drew; I could see chocolate on his face too just around the corners. "Do the chocolates say who they're from?" I asked, closing the door and following my friends into the kitchen.
"Nope," Drew answered, popping another chocolate in his mouth and handing me the heart-shaped cover of the box.
To: Kriss
Hope you feel better.
That's odd, anyone I know who knows about Kriss would put their name on it surely. And what does it mean, hope you feel better? Why for Kriss? I shrugged mentally and took a chocolate out of the box. I never have liked chocolate bars or anything. A big hunk of flavored sugar was all it was and I was more of a cake person. Never liked brownies or too much icing or chocolate boxes full of little chocolates. But Kriss might like one, and she could probably have one just not a lot.
"You guys can have the rest; I'm just going to give this to Kriss when she's awake." I told them, wrapping the little chocolate in a paper towel and setting it in the fridge.
"Where is Kriss?" Grant asked.
"On the couch asleep," I answered. "Dr. Todden came by last night and told us some stuff and man, I-I" I swallowed, thinking about how to tell them. "I don't know what to do. She was so badly abused. I can't even imagine what she's been through." I looked at Drew who ... was laughing. And so was Grant! Both of them had their hands covering their mouths, giggling. How dare they! Kriss has been through hell and all they do is laugh?
"He, he,"
I stopped growling. That was a very high pitched 'he, he' and it didn't come from either of the boys.
I turned and saw Kriss, sitting on the counter top and making bunny ears and 'funny' faces as I had been talking. "Kriss ..." I drew out, putting my hands on my hips and a fake outraged scowl on my face. "What are you doing?"
She grinned sheepishly, hiding her hands behind her back and not meet my eyes. "Nothing..."
"I think you were doing something." I argued.
She shook her head as if she had done nothing wrong. "Uh huh, then what's behind your back?"
Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip. "Uh ... I got to go!" She jumped off the counter and ran out of the kitchen door.
Ah, the thrill of the chase.
I ran after her through the house and down the halls. She was pretty quick and nimble but I had a strategic advantage being in my home territory. I guided her without her knowing into a dead end hall where she ran into the only room. I followed her in, not seeing her. "Kriss?" I sang. "Where are you? Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty, kitty, kitty,"
I closed and locked the door then started walking around the room trying to smell where she was. She hadn't changed cat form, seeing as her clothes weren't lying around anywhere and there weren’t many places and human could hide no matter how small she was. Seeing how her smell wasn't coming from the closet I went the only other place she could hide in human form.
"Gotcha!" I exclaimed to the shrieking Kriss under the bed then grabbed her waist, pulling her out from under the bed but still on the floor but now she was facing me.
She was shrieking but giggling at the same time, "No, no, no! Ah! Emerson!" I started ticking her. "Please, please, Emerson!" I stopped for a second, out of breath just like she was. She giggled again. "I didn't have anything behind my back."
"What?" I asked, still out of breath a little. "Then why did you run?" She shrugged and we both started laughing. She had the cutest laugh, showing all her teeth and her face scrunched up so much her eyes were almost closed but you could still see that sliver of silver. I inched closer, my laughter gone and the way her eyes widen I could tell her eyes had too. I got closer still until our noses touched and all I could see was that silver, so beautiful. She was so ... She was so...
BANG!
I jolted, both Kriss's and my faces turned to where the sound came from. The moment or whatever was gone and now I could hear yelling and shouting from the kitchen.
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