Steal My Soul

02 | ken

Ken

In one rage-filled week, my parents had their last fight.

Then my mom walked out the door without even saying goodbye. Which was why instead of going back home I was crashing at Bobbi's place.

Bobbi and I laid in each other's arms. She rested her cheek on my chest and our hands playfully laced together. I turned to kiss her on the forehead.

"Thank you for letting me crash at your place."

She looked up at me, her big brown doe eyes searching my face. She smiled. "What are best friends for?"

"I love your hair," I whispered.

Her hair was truly beautiful, big brown curls that sprang in every direction. She had the hair of a lion and just like a lion she didn't have to defend herself.

She was magnificent and you knew it the moment you looked at her.

Bobbi closed her eyes and smiled. "And I love you."

"What?"

Her eyes snapped open. "I mean I love you. I'll always love you." She stammered.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "Because we're best friends. We're just keeping this casual, aren't we?"

She nodded at me as she traced her finger across my chest. "Right. I knew that."

I took her face in my hands and leaned down to kiss her. "So what are we having for breakfast?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "It depends...are you on the menu?"

"That can be arranged."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, you'll just have to stop talking first."

Our lips came together and the connection between us tightened like the twisting of a lock. I easily forget everything that's happening right now.

My parent's divorce, the girl that got away, and the risk of ruining a great friendship I had with Bobbi.

There was a light knock on the door and we both pulled away in panic.

"Who is it?"

"Honey it's me. Breakfast is ready downstairs. Go wake up Ken and get ready."

Bobbi puts her hand on my mouth to stop me from laughing.

"Okay, mom. Thanks."

She slid off of me and put her shirt on.

"Does your mom really believe I've stayed in the guest room this whole time?"

"Yes, she does because we've been going to the same school since kindergarten and we used to take baths together when we were three months old."

I run my fingers through my hair. "But still..."

Bobbi rolled her eyes at me. "You're family."

I gave her a half-smile and got out of bed then put my clothes on. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Ken, I don't mind you staying but it's been two weeks since you've last seen your father, don't you want to check up on him?"

"No, not really," I muttered.

She stared back at me, her eyes filled with concern.

"What?"

She sighed. "You should at least call your mom."