A Beautiful Life [C. H.]

Part 4

"If an author falls in love with you, you will never die in their story".

"So I will never die in your story?," I wiggled my eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, shrugging.

"Ofcourse I won't," I yowled as standing up for taking my popcorn from the microwave.

"Are you kidding me?? Monster Inc. again?," she squeaked.

"That movie is terribly awesome, nitwit," I threw a failed corn grain into her back.

"You're such an abortive groupie!," she threw the grain back to me as I sat beside her.

Seconds later, the bell was ringing. I knew it already that it was the boys which I had invited them earlier this morning when we had a band practice.

"Oh, I invited the boys also, I hope you don't mind," I stood up, "no, you never!".

She exhaled. "This room is gonna be in trouble".

I grinned then walking up to the door.

I know these two guys for life. Luke and Michael. My buddies. They're messing around everywhere. With me, I add. And I'm super glad that my girlfriend accepted their craziness as well, and wasn't fed up of their shits. One of reasons I love her.

They're running to Blossom to give her super tight hugs as always, and she was kinda annoyed about it but loved it at the same time.

"Out of breathe!," she raised both of his arms laboriously out of the hugs, with me included.

I got off of them and trying to pull the boys out from Blast playfully.

They liked to pretend that they were drunk or something and didn't want to get off of my girlfriend. But they seemed more like idiots.

"Your mates suck". That's one familiar sentence that I heard a lot from Blossom when she finally being free from the boys.
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"Cal?!". Blossom disenchants me from the flashback.

I look up to her and get off the couch.

"What are you doing again??," she asks with a shock in her face.

"You're still using this royal pine scent," I scrunch my nose and sniff, making a little joke so she doesn't claim my appearance as a serious thing. "Well I found your front door unlocked, so, yeah", I shrug.

She rolls her eyes and glares, "oh shut up".

This room seriously has no difference since the night I spent watching Moster Inc. with Blossom and the boys.

Pine odor in every corner.

"You need to get out, Cal," she tries to push me to the front door.

"Okay, Blast, at least- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK YOURE THINKING??!!," I reach her wrist fastly. Its kerfs everywhere in her left wrist.

Fuck it.

What did happen actually with this fuckin girl? She's always messing with my head.

She breaks my grip, hiding her wrist behind.

"I'm alright," her voice weakens, not really sure about what its just said.

My eyes getting wider.
I'm mad at her. Really mad.
She definitely lies to me.

"No, you're not, Blossom! How the fuck can you say you're all okay??!," I yell, placing my pal to squeeze her upper arm, keep urging her to tell the truth.