There were 3 reasons to kill him:
1.) He deserve to suffer a little
2.) Add a LOT to number one
3.) She needed a good excuse to miss work tomorrow and saying your best friend is at the hospital because of a freak accident seemed reasonable and believable enough.
Plus, she'll finally get to rest.
Hallelujah!
Friends are like flowers, the more you take care of them the longer they will stay by your side. Now, she's not saying that one day they will wither and die... okay maybe she is leaning towards that concept but not at this moment. It will be horrible if anyone thought so, like you are doing so now.
But then again, it wouldn't be so bad to think that way. There are some who aren't what they seem...
Anyways, back to her metaphor... Friends, which like flowers, will bloom beside you, letting the wind and sun penetrate through them, hitting straight into the roots of their souls...
We should cherish and welcome their presence, for they have a power within them that captures and lifts our -
Damn.
She tore the first page from her notebook, one which she would need to replace as soon as possible, molded it into a ball and threw it into the nearest trash can.
Well, that's what she consider a friend, however she had the displeasure of meeting and having the complete opposite.
Her 'friend' would rather throw her outside of their apartment, as where she's now at this moment, while he fucked a random woman he met at the bar than let her stay inside of their – see the emphasis on their- apartment so she can watch reruns of House M.D.
She'll rather hear Houses' grainy, monotone voice than the screams and moans echoing and surrounding the two bedroom apartment.
It was bad enough she had to work overtime for the uncompleted stories she has saved in her laptop, as well as her USB drive, now she had to deal with this?
By no means is she a prude, it's just that she would like a day in this world where she won't have to hear the constant banging of the headboard repeatedly hitting against the wall.
It was just her luck that her bedroom would be right next to his.
Insert sarcastic joy.
She's had enough sleepless nights to last her a life time of dark under eye circles thanks to her precious so-called best friend and his thirst for the opposite sex.
The man had more women than Sunday mass!
The worst part? He enjoys taunting her with his God like body, rippled in muscles and sweat from his everyday workout and his gorge-
Okay, lets stop right there before she creates a pool right outside the building.
Ah, too late.
'I blame my sex less life, no scratch that, I blame my job.'
Who knew being a journalist would be harder than she thought? Her version mainly consisted of writing up a few stories of global warming and homeless people, editing grammar mistakes and snapping a few photos here and there.
Taking her car to a big event, interviewing important people on how they plan to save the planet by building and creating Eco-friendly electronics, houses, cars and so on so forth.
Her days would be full of sunshine if that were true.
Instead she have to deal with whiny models who can't fit into their size 0 anymore (I'm a 4, just saying...), or bitchy businessmen who think their money makes them of a higher status than everyone else.
She's known by her fiery temper and smart comebacks, which she portrays way too much these past few days because of her lack of sleep, so there are a few people who seem jumpy and nervous when they are around her.
Cue the evil lighting and thunder effects.
Here she was, soaked from head to toe because it just had to rain here in Texas. In the middle of summer. Where everyday it's a whooping ninety degrees and above.
Thunder boomed in the background.
Of course this was all his fault. She didn't care if he was a damn hot FBI agent who had a great body who is successful seeing how he has completed over 80 cases in a year at just the age of 25. He shouldn't use his status just to get woman, not that he needs it.
Prodigy be damned! He should be held responsible for his actions, mainly of a certain person soaking wet and sitting on a bench ten feet away from the apartment building.
'God, I need a vacation.'
Hugging her knees to her chest, Rose silently cursed every word she knew at her best friend. She didn't think he'll go as far as kicking her out. Okay more like grabbed her arm and walked her out but that's not the point!
He could have at least asked if she could go somewhere while he had sex with a stranger, where her answer would be a big NO, but it's the thought that counts.
Right?
…...
Running her fingers through her hair, she moved some strands that were plastered on her face to the back of her head, skillfully wrapping her hair in a bun on top of her head and securing it with the elastic she found on her wrist.
Sighting she once again looked at her surroundings, people walked by, umbrellas up in the air as they shielded them from the pouring rain, some giving her funny looks as to why a woman would be sitting outside while there was a storm going on.
Stretching her arms up in the air, a yawn escaped her mouth as her lids felt heavy, the urge to sleep betraying her will to stay awake. Setting down her notebook she stretched one more time before yawning once more, getting up and walking towards her building, not giving a damn if he was finished or not.
Taking the staircase instead of the elevator to keep her awake, she bounded up the stairs until she reached the third floor, dragging her feet up to her building.
Knocking on the door she waited for him to answer, cursing him again for not giving her the opportunity to grab her keys on the way out.
Arms crossed she leaned against the wall, her foot taping rapidly against the hard tile floor, frustration taking root inside of her. Did it really take that long to just open a damn door?!
Finally, in what felt like hours, the door opened to show a tall shirtless muscular male, brown hair clinging to his forehead as dark brown eyes stared at her, a smirk lifting on the corner of his mouth.
"What the hell happened to you?"
A deep growl responded him as she pushed him aside, walking passed him but not before she jammed her elbow to his ribs, a large grunt escaping the mouth of the male, holding his side, his features twisted in pain as he tried to diminish the pain.
Deep satisfaction ran through her body as she watched him soothe the ache with his fingers, a scowl marring his face when he turned back at her.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"Are you really asking me such a stupid question? I've been out there for hours waiting for you and your fuck buddy to finish so I could just get inside of my home and take a nice long rest!"
The scowl disappeared, confusion replacing it, "well you could have just knocked two hours ago, I was already finished with her. You didn't have to wait outside."
A furious screamed left her mouth as she looked at him, "Now you tell me this? Why didn't you just come outside and tell me? I've sat in the rain for so long when I could have been in my bed sleeping!"
"What the hell is your problem? Why so bitchy all of a sudden? Are you PMSing?"
Mouth wide open she gaped at him, "What's my problem? You are my problem that's what! What friend will take the liberty of using half of his house privileges and kick their roomie to the curve just to have a nice fuck? No- wait, that's beside the point. The point is, is that you have no morals, no standards, no etiquette what-so-ever!"
"Then what? You don't want too be friends anymore?" He walked slowly to her as if wanting the lion to stay caged.
"That's not what I'm saying Dimitri, I'm just saying that if you want to keep our friendship you should start listening to what I want. It's not just about you, you know," tired sighs left her as she looked up at the man who's been with her since her preschool years.
Brown eyes met hers, softening as he nodded and reached down to hug her, warmth surrounding her cold body as she returned the gesture. Maybe living with him wasn't so ba-
"So does that mean I can bring over women when you're at work?"
Fingers hit the keyboard keys on her laptop for the umpteenth time, folded arms as she glared at the illuminating screen, her recent story only adding more wood to the fire already flaming up inside of her.
She didn't feel bad, he deserve being hit in his family jewels. That will teach him to contradict everything she was trying to say to him. And to think he had finally listened for once and paid attention to her.
Ha!
The power of friendship?
Bitch, please.
A/N: I haven't written a story in a long time and at first I thought I was done for when suddenly this story line popped into my head. I am cautious in continuing this story so please tell me if I should or not. If I do continue this story then it will be a while until I can update again since I am barely on chapter 4. See you soon, maybe?
Reviews are always welcomed as well as criticism. No flames.