Charli
Why? Are you up to no good?
Me
Always. I am friends with your brother. Don’t kick me in the balls when I walk into your house.
Charli
You don’t have to come over.
Me
Too bad. I’m already en route.
Reaching the end of the block, I see Charli’s condo just off to the left about half a block away.
Me
Unlock the deadbolt. I’m almost there.
Charli
You’re bossy.
Me
Pot, meet kettle.
Charli
Fine.
Me
Good, now go lie down.
Charli
I’m not having sex with you.
A huge grin spreads across my lips. At least she’s still sassy, despite not feeling well.
Me
Good, because I’m not having sex with you either.
I slip my phone into my pocket and walk up her front sidewalk. When I reach the door, I input the code into her keypad and watch the light turn green. Twisting the handle, I smile when the door opens. Making sure it’s secured behind me,I head to the kitchen and grab some water. Then, I recall what she said about snacking on peanut butter crackers and dive into her pantry until I find the prepackaged snacks.
Then, I set out for her bedroom.
Charli is curled up on her side, her comforter pulled up around her neck. “I hate you.”
I chuckle, setting the glass of water down on her nightstand. “You’ve said that before,” I state, opening the package of crackers and pulling one out. “Here.”
“I can’t eat in my bed. I’ll get crumbies everywhere.”
“I’ll clean it up,” I insist, holding the cracker sandwich closer.
