do my best to hold it together.
Crispen returns a moment later to my relief, locking the patio door behind him. “There’s nothing to worry about out there,” he says, but his normal smile isn’t there. Something immediately tells me he’s lying, but what reason would he have to lie? I nod in relief and slump down on the couch. “It was probably a bird or a cat or something.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. It was just a stupid animal, Megan, nothing to worry about,” he promises and hands me a package he holds in his hand. I take it from him.
“What is it?”
“A get better gift if you will.”
I tear the box open. Inside is a miniature cake with the words ‘Get Better Soon’ iced across it. My mouth begins watering.
“You didn’t have to.” I rush it to the kitchen, trying not to wipe out. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of crutches. I probably would’ve been better off in a wheelchair honestly.
He takes it from me and cuts a couple pieces while I grab some plates and forks.
“I wanted to get you something. You’ve had a bad few days.” That he has right. “Here’s to a better next few days.”
Chapter 4
“Crispen?” I ask, and reach over to touch his shoulder. My hand grasps empty air. I sit up further in the dark and switch on the lamp next to the couch. Where did he go in the middle of the night? Did the hospital call him in? I stand up and check the porch for his shoes. It’s been nearly five weeks, since I got my cast put on and thankfully it’s finally off, and I can walk properly. I will not miss it. Crispen’s shoes are sitting right beside mine, so he must be in the house somewhere. “Crispen?!” I call a little louder.
Nothing.
A movement in the front window catches my eye, and I wonder if he ran to his house to grab something, though my place is more his home than his place is now days. I don’t know what he would be grabbing when half of his stuff is already here, and why wouldn’t he wear his shoes if he left the house? A male figure walks across the front lawn. It must be him. I open the front door and smile when I meet eyes with him.
“What are you doing up?” he asks, wrapping me in a tight hug.
“I woke up with that terrible feeling again,” I admit sheepishly. I feel like such a child. Lately, I’ve been waking up with this anxiety that something has happened to him. He thinks that it’s because everyone in my life, until him, has left me, and I’m afraid that he’ll do the same.
He scoffs lightly. “I’m fine. I just had to get some fresh air that’s all. I couldn’t sleep. Your couch isn’t very soft.” He kisses my forehead lightly. We’ve spent a lot of time together in the past five weeks, and I’m more than happy to be able to finally call someone my best friend, even if he’s my only friend which doesn’t put him up against much competition. Crispen is the first friend I’ve had, since I was just a child. He means everything to me, because he’s really the only thing I have.
“You’ve never complained before,” I mention.
“I have trouble sleeping on the full moon. That’s probably all,” he decides and removes his dirty socks.
“Full moon? Why? Why didn’t you wear your shoes? You could have stepped on glass or something.”
“At the hospital, things are crazy on the full moon. I swear it isn’t just a legend or whatever. It really does bother me. Even if I don’t know it’s a full moon, I can’t sleep,” he tells me. “I don’t know. I planned on sitting on the steps, then I remembered I forgot to lock my car. The remote for it is broken, so I had to walk over to it.”
He locks the door and takes a seat on the couch. “How is life without that cast? Do you miss it yet?” he asks, gesturing to my leg.
“It’s good. I don’t miss it at all actually.” That was the worst few weeks of my life. Good thing I had him around to help me out with housework and things.
“Glad to hear it.
Crispen returns a moment later to my relief, locking the patio door behind him. “There’s nothing to worry about out there,” he says, but his normal smile isn’t there. Something immediately tells me he’s lying, but what reason would he have to lie? I nod in relief and slump down on the couch. “It was probably a bird or a cat or something.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. It was just a stupid animal, Megan, nothing to worry about,” he promises and hands me a package he holds in his hand. I take it from him.
“What is it?”
“A get better gift if you will.”
I tear the box open. Inside is a miniature cake with the words ‘Get Better Soon’ iced across it. My mouth begins watering.
“You didn’t have to.” I rush it to the kitchen, trying not to wipe out. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of crutches. I probably would’ve been better off in a wheelchair honestly.
He takes it from me and cuts a couple pieces while I grab some plates and forks.
“I wanted to get you something. You’ve had a bad few days.” That he has right. “Here’s to a better next few days.”
Chapter 4
“Crispen?” I ask, and reach over to touch his shoulder. My hand grasps empty air. I sit up further in the dark and switch on the lamp next to the couch. Where did he go in the middle of the night? Did the hospital call him in? I stand up and check the porch for his shoes. It’s been nearly five weeks, since I got my cast put on and thankfully it’s finally off, and I can walk properly. I will not miss it. Crispen’s shoes are sitting right beside mine, so he must be in the house somewhere. “Crispen?!” I call a little louder.
Nothing.
A movement in the front window catches my eye, and I wonder if he ran to his house to grab something, though my place is more his home than his place is now days. I don’t know what he would be grabbing when half of his stuff is already here, and why wouldn’t he wear his shoes if he left the house? A male figure walks across the front lawn. It must be him. I open the front door and smile when I meet eyes with him.
“What are you doing up?” he asks, wrapping me in a tight hug.
“I woke up with that terrible feeling again,” I admit sheepishly. I feel like such a child. Lately, I’ve been waking up with this anxiety that something has happened to him. He thinks that it’s because everyone in my life, until him, has left me, and I’m afraid that he’ll do the same.
He scoffs lightly. “I’m fine. I just had to get some fresh air that’s all. I couldn’t sleep. Your couch isn’t very soft.” He kisses my forehead lightly. We’ve spent a lot of time together in the past five weeks, and I’m more than happy to be able to finally call someone my best friend, even if he’s my only friend which doesn’t put him up against much competition. Crispen is the first friend I’ve had, since I was just a child. He means everything to me, because he’s really the only thing I have.
“You’ve never complained before,” I mention.
“I have trouble sleeping on the full moon. That’s probably all,” he decides and removes his dirty socks.
“Full moon? Why? Why didn’t you wear your shoes? You could have stepped on glass or something.”
“At the hospital, things are crazy on the full moon. I swear it isn’t just a legend or whatever. It really does bother me. Even if I don’t know it’s a full moon, I can’t sleep,” he tells me. “I don’t know. I planned on sitting on the steps, then I remembered I forgot to lock my car. The remote for it is broken, so I had to walk over to it.”
He locks the door and takes a seat on the couch. “How is life without that cast? Do you miss it yet?” he asks, gesturing to my leg.
“It’s good. I don’t miss it at all actually.” That was the worst few weeks of my life. Good thing I had him around to help me out with housework and things.
“Glad to hear it.
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