Fear Me P.JM

Chapter Thirty Eight: A friend in need

"ABNA!" I cry out.

"Kito?" she says, surprised. What's wrong with her voice?

Abna is sitting outside on a bench near a grove of trees. She always comes here to eat lunch with Tim.

"I've done something bad," I tell her. "And now Jimin is really angry with me and won't even talk to me."

Abna nods. "I know what you mean."

"And no matter how much I apologize, he doesn't want to accept it."

Abna sniffles. "I completely get it."

"But I mean, I can't stand him being this mad at me! It feels like no matter what I do though, it's pointless!"

Abna grabs my shoulders. "I know..." And suddenly she bursts out in tears. "I KNOWWWWWW!"

Woah. I know friends feel for you, but she may be feeling a wee bit too much.

"A- Abna?" I say holding her hands. "I'm not that sad..."

"TONY BROKE UP WITH ME!" Abna spews out.

Tim? Oh, but he was a good dog, I mean, person...

"Just now?"

Abna nods.

"Why?"

"He said I flirted too much with other guys..."

I bite my lip. Kind of true...

"So he wasn't sure whether I really liked him or not!"

Okay. Now this I can work with.

"Well, do you like him?"

"OF COURSE!" Abna yells at me, her nose dripping mucus.

Tissues. She needs some tissues.

"Then you should tell him that," I say.

"He should know already!" Abna argues.

"Sometimes," I tell her, "I think people just need to be told. Just to verify what may be already true."

Abna looks up at me.

I shrug. "Like my cooking. I know I'm pretty good, but it means so much when people actually tell me I am good. It's like, 'Hey, I really can do this!' "

"So, you're saying," Abna sniffs, "that dating is like cooking?"

Not quite.

Did I not get that right?

"No, I get it," Abna says nodding. "You're saying that it's like cooking different cuisines. Not everyone can cook the same cuisine. But when you find the cuisine that speaks to you, you know it. Like dating. You date different people and maybe I've dated a lot. But I know I like Tony, so I've got to hang onto him."

Wow. That sounds really good. "Yeah," I say nodding. "That's what I meant."

"Thanks, Kito," Abna says giving me a hug. "And I'm sure Jimin will be less angry tomorrow."

I hope so.