"Goddamnit Dave!"
Liz shouted, her face red as a tomato,
"You forgot to lock the fucking door again!".
Blind because of her anger, she slammed her hand on the table, wincing in pain afterwards as her wounded hand collided with the hard wood. During Liz`s rant he had shrunken down deeper under the table to avoid her fury, but her wincing mad is eyes fill with concern:
"Oh my, Liz what happened to your hand?! ".
Liz turned her head away from him, if he ever found out who she was and what she did when he was not near…it was something she didn't even what to think about. She wouldn't know what to do without him, her roommate, her best friend.
"I fell down on my way back."
Yeah, she thought, that would work, Dave was smart, but he could never tell when she lied. He looked at her with curious eyes but didn't ask any other questions. That was for the better, because if Liz told him the truth, that she was actually robbing a bank but got run over by an annoying superhero, Dave would definitly drop her of at the next psychiatry.
" Wait a minute,"
Dave said and got up to grab the first aid kit.
"We go through this stuff way to fast."
grumbled Dave when he sat down to bandage Liz`s injured wrist,
"I wish you were wrong Davie."
David, annoyed by her teasing pulled the bandages a little harder than required, receiving another pained sqeak from his roomate.
"But I wasn't joking when I said that you need to start locking the door at night!"
Of course, Liz wouldn't drop it this soon.
The sentence 'I can protect myself just fine without a locked door, thank you very much' lay on his tounge, but the risk was just to high. If Liz started asking questions, then he would have a serious problem. He couldn't tell her about his powers or the evil witch he fought every now and then. But until now destiny was on his side and his best friend wasn't there when he needed to go and beat the witch again, who tried to rob a bank, for whatever reason. Finished with Liz's hand, David sat back, resting for a moment.
"I'm cooking tonight, any special wish?". He looked up, in her beautiful, smart eyes and shook his head no.
"Alright then, you go and put the dishes on the table while I'm cooking!".
Dave knew it wasn't a suggestion, but an order, so he got up as well to set the table.
Both of them had secrets that only they themselfs knew, colliding with each other in the most ridiculous ways, the Superhero and the evil villain, or, Dave and Liz, roommates and best friends alike, like Romeo and Juliet.