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Chapter 8: Goodnight

Chapter 8: Goodnight

"Erick?! What are you going here? I thought you were in Europe," I gasped surprised to see Erick. He smiled that mischievous smile and grabbed his suitcase.

His pale grey eyes twinkled in amusement as he ran his long fingers through his dark hair. Every wavy strand on his head was dyed a dark red tone that started halfway and ended towards the tips. The hair style suited him making him look refined and sharp.

"Are you going to let me in or are you going to keep staring at me?" He asked throwing me a grin. I looked away and took a step aside to let him inside. "This place hasn't changed much either." He placed his suitcase next the couch and plopped himself onto the couch.

"Erick," I began as I took a seat on the couch next to him.

"I missed you," he answered quietly. He turned to face me as he bored his grey eyes on me. Instantly, the room felt heavy. The way he was looking at me made my heart race at once.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked puffing out my cheeks.

"Your expression," he said through giggles.  I rolled my eyes at him as I got up. "So where's your mom?" He asked changing the subject.

"Out working, she had some business to take of out of state," I answered. "Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?"

He nodded as he stood up. "Are you going to cook me something?" He smiled brightly at me like a child seeing a giant cotton candy.

I narrowed my eyes at him warily, "why are you acting all hyper and happy?" As far as my memory goes, Erick was never the kind of guy to be this happy. It was a bit weird.

He frowned then raised an eyebrow at me, "can't I be happy? I mean I haven't seen you since nine years!"

Realization drew on me as I let those words repeat in my head. I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, it feels like you never left." Erick has that aura where you always feel that he is there even though he isn't there physically.  I turned around and took one step towards the kitchen.

"Really? I thought you would miss me as much I missed you," he said seriously. I stopped turned around to face him. I gasped a little surprised by the sudden closeness. My clothes brushed his as I turned. His eyes were lost in wonder as they buried in mine.

I took a step back as I frowned, "Erick of course I have missed you, but what I meant was that I always feel you close to me even when you're here physically." His face became calm as he smiled gently. I grinned in response, "Do you want me to feed you?"

His smile brighten as he nodded. I turned around and walked into the kitchen. I was surprised to see Erick here. I smiled to myself. Grabbed the ingredients that I needed to make a sandwich I began to think about Erick.

Last time I saw him he was on his way to Europe with a serious expression. He wasn't thrilled much to leave since he always complained about the weather. I remembered crying nonstop that day because he was leaving my side. Erick and I grew together when we were children so his departure was the greatest pain for me.

"Hey," Erick said suddenly as he entered in the kitchen. I was cutting a piece of tomato when he suddenly entered startling me. The knife slipped and cut open my forefinger.

"Ow," I grunted as I drew my hand back. Erick rushed to my side as he grabbed my hand examining my cut. "Don't worry it's just a small cut," I tried to reassure him as he hastily grabbed a napkin and wrapped it furiously around my finger.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" He asked serious ignoring my casual tone. I pointed towards the drawer the was next to him. Quickly he opened the drawer and brought out the white box with the red cross in front of it. "Keep putting pressure."