Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

'Tell

|Loving you was
The most
Exquisite form Of self
Destruction.|
~d.j

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Ever since Yasmin, my best friend moved into an apartment complex; she barely ever cleaned it. Instead, she hired a maid and if that's not lazy, I don't know what is. Although, today is a day unlike no other. The maid, Carol is sick from the flu and with a global pandemic on the horizon, Yasmin wasn't taking a chance. So was I.

In most times of boredom for today, I'd watch Yasmin as she stressed for the past half an hour hoovering over the expensive and delicate- might I add- Persian rug, it made sense as to why she chose a person like Carol. Yasmin was terrible at cleaning and well, Carol wasn't.

To be fair, the rug was supposed to be treated with proper care. It was rich in colour and style. So, the stressing was needed.

The other times I was too bored to watch Yasmin? I focused on the flat-screen T.V mounted on the wall, flipping through channel after channel. Occasionally craning my neck to get a better view over her tall figure as she moved around the room.

Apparently, I'm a 'bitch' for sitting around while she bustles around the place, rushing to finish off to clean her entire place before the sunsets. I'm many things, including a bitch- especially a big one when I'm on my period, which is here, right now. Too much movement isn't a good combination when I'm constantly leaking- I hate it with a passion when I do it! That's why I'm refusing to lift a finger.

I came through in the morning- opened the front door with a spare key. Last night was my first night for the month and it was horrible. I couldn't stay home by myself as I whined and cried for relief. I could barely sleep with all the pain in my body. Usually, I swallow a pill and wait for it to dull the pressure. I searched my kitchen and my entire house for a packet and when I found it- behind the couch- it was finished.

I didn't make it past the living room at Yasmin's. I fell on top of her messy couch with her old clothes strewn on its arm and back. Yasmin had no clue I was here until she woke up to find me rolling back and forth, whimpering from the period pain. It wasn't until she ransacked her bedroom, did I pop a pill that she offered. The pain gradually subsided into nothingness. Now, I'll feel a sting from time to time but it's nothing I can't handle.

With the back of her hand, Yasmin stops before the T.V to swipe her sweaty forehead as strands of hair fall free from the loose knot of her high bun. Panting, she says "I'm so frickin' tired" in-between quick breaths. I would be too if I were her, it's February. The last month of Summer in Melbourne, Australia and it's an extremely sunny day today. Even dressed down in shorts and a tank top, Yasmin's body can't escape the heat in the air as she sweats through her grey top.

Being a werewolf doesn't help her case- with the high body temperature and all being in the way. Explains the other reason why she's dripping profusely, despite her constantly in action, her human side is fighting to cool her off.

Fisting a piece of the tank top in her hand, Yasmin drys herself as she pulls it in and out for cool air. "Come on, Harper" she protests over the loud noise of the hoover, her tired eyes pleading "Can't you just, I don't know- can't you pick up something? Or clean the dishes?"

My top lip rolls over into my mouth and presses against my upper gums and bottom lip. "Yeah, no." I reply with indifference "The dishes is probably one of the last things I'll ever do." That's the biggest truth of the season. Peeling my eyes off of the flat screen, I look up at her towering frame through my dark eyes.

"Well then do something then!" Yasmin argues, her free hand slapping against her bare thigh "Don't sit around my house like a frickin' Queen, bro." Leaning against the stick of the vacuum, Yasmin's other hand stays wrapped around the handle of the screaming machine as she leaves it on.