Shiver

Chapter 15

January's POV

"Alex, I swear to god. I have never had this much motivation to go outside every in my entire life. Come on." I say into the receiver, whining just a little bit. 

"No." He replied, his usual answer for the last couple minutes. 

"Why not..." I said, still sounding like a petulant two year old. 

"No!" He insisted. I could hear the smile on his lips. God almighty above. I thought as I remembered his dreamy face. 

I was an idiot. There was nothing else to say. I had fallen for a boy I had been with for less than two weeks. Lord have mercy, I was setting myself up for some really bad hurting, weren't I? 

"January?" Alex asked, drawing me from my thoughts. 

Speak of the devil, my thoughts rallied, running through my brain. 

"Uh... sorry hun. I was just thinking."

"Yeah?"Alex asked, sounding fakely curious, if that made sense. "About what?"

"About how I, me, the queen of not leaving the house even for food, wants to go outside, and her boyfriend doesn't even have the decency to say he'll go with me."

"Uhh... Boyfriend?" Alex asked, his voice now full of concern. 

Oh no... What had I done?

"Alex," I quickly backtracked, my cheeks turning red and my brain whirring quickly on what to say. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I wasn't thinking and I just said it. I'm sorry, I'm really sorr-"

The phone rang out. 

I stood there for a few minutes, stunned. What had just happened? I mean, I knew girls usually weren't the ones who started the whole "will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend" process but still, I felt like I hadn't overstepped too much. 

Well apparently you did, dumb dumb, or he wouldn't have just hung up. A tear slipped out of my eye, tracing a path down my cheek. 

I slid to the floor, following the phone that had dropped from my hands. I picked it up, dialing a number I knew by heart. 

"Yeah?" A familiar voice rang out. 

"Lyra." I said, my voice heavy with grief. 

"Hold on, I'm on my way. And I'm bringing chocolate." Lyra hung up immediately afterwards, and I dropped my phone again, falling on the floor. 

So... about that whole hurt thng, stupid. How d'ya feel now?

I, like the beautiful idiot I was, started sobbing. Over a freaking boy. A boy who I hadn't even been with for a month. What a pathetic loser I was, losing my entire dignity and self-esteem over one single specimen of the male part of the gene pool, especially one I hadn't even been with for an entire fortnight yet. 

This was stupid. This was very stupid. I knew that, I knew that to my wits' end, and yet, I cried. I curled up into a tiny ball on the floor and just started sobbing.

And I felt like an absolute idiot doing so. 

I knew that crying over a boy, a fucking boy, was so pathetically stupid, that not even Lyra would do this. And she always cried over boys. At least the relationships she cried over lasted for more than two weeks. 

A what seemed like forever time later, Lyra walked into the dark room, carrying two gigantic bags, stuffed to the room. As per the Lyra, she already had her hand in one of them, and a hint of chocolate was already on her breath. 

"What in the hell happened?" She asked, collapsing onto the floor next to me, handing me a chocolate bar as she did so. 

"To be honest?" I said, no longer crying. This would not be how I defined myself, crying over a boy I had only been on not even three dates with. "I don't know." A tear dripped down my face, tracing a pattern that I knew would make my face puffy and blotchy. 

How well my not defining myself as a crybaby turned out.  I took another bite of chocolate, this one tasting slightly of salt. Just like Alex's lips when we'd kissed that second time. 

"Well that's very helpful on the fact that my best friend is curled up on the kitchen floor like a pile of dust that I don't pick up because I'm lazy."

I shrugged. 

"January, sweetie, honey, sweetie-pie, what in satan's red earth happened here?"

So I told her. The short, pathetic story of it all. 

"Well, I called Alex because I wanted to be socialize and go outside..."

"Do you have a fever?" Lyra interrupted, putting her hand to my forehead. 

"Hush you, it happens occasionally."

"Not once in our entire friendship have you ever wanted to go outside. Anyways... continue."

"Well," I continued after her rather rude  interruption, "I don't remember how exactly we got there, but I called him my boyfriend, and then he hung up."

"Because you called him your boyfriend. What kind of narcissistic little bitch would-"

"Lyra, take a chill pill, please. I overstepped. I deserve every little thing that has happened today to get to where I am now."

"January whatever the hell your middle name because in all our years of friendship I've never learned it Mcklain, whatever hell sent devil demonic bastard thing taught you to think like that let me know because I'm about to hunt that motherfucker down and kick him to mars, have him hand make me a caramel macchiato, and then swim his way back and then have him eat his own fingers, try me. Why on god's green earth would you believe that you ever deserve that type of treatment by anyone, male specimen or not, I don't care?" Lyra took a deep breath after her incredibly long spiel of vaguely threatening and also not threats. 

"Hold on?" I said. "Hell sent devil demonic bastard thing? Eating his own fingers? Now I love torture, but that's a little extreme, don't you think?"

"Not if the hell sent devil demonic bastard is the creature that made you think that you can be treated like crap."

"Fair enough, but really?" I ask, staring at her. My self-pitying mood had been slightly improved my Lyra's rant about whatever the hell she had just spouted. 

"Shut up and eat your chocolate." She said, sitting back and taking out her phone now that I'd been slightly calmed down. 

"Don't have to tell me twice." I murmured, taking a gigantic bite of my chocolate. 

I try to savor the flavor, but also try not to choke. I focus on my chocolate for a while, before I look over to see Lyra smiling at her phone. 

"What?" I ask, wanting to be let in on the fun. "Did Ben text you?" I ask, trying to manipulate my voice into a dreamy voice. 

"No." Lyra said, trying to contain herself. 

"Then what?" I ask, finishing off the chocolate bar. 

"January, this is going to sound very weird." Lyra started. "But I have to kidnap you, and first we have to dress you up."
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Hello my friends, enemies, aliens, shoes, or whatever you wish to associate yourself as. This chapter was a written and rewritten version, and I'm actually very happy with how it's turned out. It's setting up a lot of later events. *Key maniacal genie rubbing his hands together scarily and smiling suggestively*

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