Chickenscratch #9

He was going to have to suck it up and figure out how to apologize to her. It wasn’t that she was such an unforgiving person. It was just that he knew she was one of those “optional” friends. She could live without him quite easily and he knew it. Maybe she’d think about him from time to time if something reminded her of him, but besides that, she rarely did anything about it besides the little messages wishing him a good day in the morning from time to time.
Sighing deeply in defeat, he played the staring game with his cell phone that was lying mockingly upon the coffee table. Sighing again, he snatched the phone off the table and dialed. There wasn’t really a need to look it up in his contacts because they had so frequently called each other to hang out. Neither was it really a need to make her his speed dial because that would’ve made her seem way too important. At least….it would seem like that.

“Hey!"

“Hey, it’s m-”

“I’m not here right now. Leave a message after the beepity!”

Beepity?.....Really? It was just like her…but…really?

“Hey it’s me! Just wondering if you’re free on Wednesday. Call me back,” satisfied, he turned on ESPN to watch the remainder of the Laker game.

Ding dong!

What..the.. did she get the message and rush over? Heh, maybe be wasn’t so optional after all. Smirking, he strode over to the door and someone barreled into him.

“Oof! What the f-”

“Thiss..is torolly all your faull you asshole.”

“What..the..fuck, Stephanie?”

Stephanie was the ex-girlfriend. The needy one, adding on top of that was a very curved body with C sized breasts, so obviously any guy who was straight would consider it and attempt to zone out her chatty personality.

“Iz yore faull that I’m like diss.”

“Go home, Stephanie. Get off.”

“You mezzed me up.”

“Stephanie, GO HOME!” He was trying to pry her off of him, but she was latched on so tightly to his waist that they fell over.

“I like it like diss,” she slurred and gave him a half-lidded smile. He crinkled his nose in disgust.

“WHAT THE HELL!” They both turned. The door was still gapingly open and so was the mouth of Vanessa as she stood there. Her bag slung over her shoulder and a box of Thin Mints sticking out of her bag, his favorite. Her lips then formed a thin angry line as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Wha are you doing here?” Stephanie angrily slurred. He took advantage of her distraction and successfully shoved her off. Vanessa tossed her bag to the side and he watched as the box fell out as she strode over to grab the drunk girl by the hair to drag her face to level with hers.

“If you ever come near him again, I will kill you,” she angrily sneered. Her trapped victim, withered and squirmed as she gave out a stream of pained yelps. Promptly, Vanessa threw her out of the apartment, head first into the hallway, not really caring how she would land. She slammed the door as Stephanie collapsed onto the carpeted ground, and then stalked over to her flabbergasted audience’s phone. Quickly, she dialed and he listened as she coldly spoke to the building manager, reporting a drunk nuisance on the 7th floor.

Afterwards, she turned up the TV and swiftly sat down upon the white leather couch. Confused, Vanessa looked over to Steven who was still on the floor. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”

“Why…why are you here?”

“It’s Tuesday. You asked me if I wanted to watch the Laker game with you, since my TV broke. I brought over Thin Mints. You can have it. My coworker gave some boxes to me.” He didn’t really hear anything after “you asked me…” but it didn’t really matter anyway. He smiled and grabbed the box of cookies along with her bag to the couch. Affectionately, he pecked her forehead and ruffled her hair. She whined playfully before smacking a pillow across his stomach.

Yep, some things never changed. He could never think that enough.