Feathers

Chapter 3

I rolled over and opened my eyes. I saw my window and a wall. I smiled to myself, remembering a blurry version of last night. I pushed the covers off of me and rolled out of the bed. I went into the kitchen to see that the apartment was empty. I went to the refrigerator to find some sort of substance to put into my body. 

I didn't see much, some frozen dinners and something else that definitely shouldn't be eaten for breakfast. I closed the refrigerator and turned around as the door opened. Mo came bounding in, slamming the door behind her, with at least 10 bags of groceries in her hands. She put them on the counter and smiled at me with pride. 

"What did you do? Raid the whole store?" I asked. 

"No, I went shopping," she looked at me worried. 

I nodded and began to sift through the things that she got. "Did you take my car?"

"No, I- ran," she stuttered. I looked down at her jeans and ballet flats. 

"You, ran?" I questioned. She nodded quickly and then began to put things away. I didn't question further and helped her.

She had bought enough food to last us the whole month. Two gallons of milk, three types of meat to cook, Swiss cheese, seven different salad dressing, spinach, and so much more. I felt like I was the commentary for a commercial looking at all the things she bought. 

"Wow, you don't mess around," I said.

She laughed and smiled. "Oh, I also invited," she stopped, "Castael to dinner."

I stopped. "What? You invited him for dinner?" I looked around at the boxes and then in the fridge. "What are we supposed to eat? This place is a mess! Why did you invite him?"

She smirked. "I'll pick up the place and I'm sure you can whip something up."

"I can't believe you invited him to dinner."

"What? You don't like him?" She seemed worried.

"No, I do, but I'm not so sure he likes me. And what if he does? What am I supposed to do? My last boyfriend was pushed on me by my best friend and he ended up cheating on me." I leaned on the counter.

She frowned. "He wasn't worth it, but trust me, Castael is."

"You would know. How do you know each other anyway?" I paused. "Did you two... You know."

"What?" she looked up at me. Her faced turned to horror. "Oh! Gosh no! He's just a good friend." She shook her head a few times before returning to the groceries. 

"So, you know each other? Well?"

"Oh, yeah! We go pretty far back." She smiled. 

"How far back... or maybe I should ask, how far in?" I made a face.

"Jeez! We're not like that! Trust me!" She shook her head again and kept putting groceries away. When all was over we went into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

I racked my mind. "What are we going to eat?"

"Oh, please! I already told you that you can probably whip up something. There's plenty of food to choose from." She gave me a knowing look as if we've known each other our whole lives. I looked away. It was like she read my mind. "He asked about you."

I looked back at her. "He did?" I felt my stomach do back flips thinking about him. My hands began to sweat so I wiped them on my legs. "Oh my god."

She flinched when I said that. I looked at her startled and she just glanced away. "He'll be here at 7."

I glanced at the clock and screamed. "It's eleven now! I have to shower! I have to figure out what we're going to eat! I have to clean up! I have to -" She stopped me.