Here is chapter 10! I'm sorry I did update that fast and sorry this is so short. I felt bad that you guys had to wait so long!
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I woke up in the morning with pain in my leg. It hurt like hell and I was really tired. I didn't really sleep well because of the pain.
I rolled over to see what time it was: 10:53. Ugh, I'm so tired and sore.
I closed my eyes to maybe get a little more sleep. But then I smelled bacon, yum! Murray made breakfast. I got up and my leg was in pain again but I didn't care; I'm hungry!
I limped of my room and saw Bentley sitting at the island and Murray cooking over the stove. I smiled and limped into the kitchen and sat next to Bentley and we waited for Murray to finish breakfast. We all love Murray's breakfast because it tasted like a five star restaurant had made it.
Which reminds me; I need to think of what meal to make for Carmelita. I was going though everything I could make. It had to be something good; maybe I will do one of her favorite meals.
Then all of a sudden I was falling. I was lying on the ground and Bentley and Murray were looking at me.
"Sorry Sly, it was for your own good." Murray said.
"What?" I asked, still lying on the ground.
"We were yelling your name for about two minutes and you weren't responding." Bentley explained, "So Murray pulled your chair out from under you."
"Wow, thanks guys" I said sarcastically. I stared to get up and then Murray grabbled both of my arms and pulled me upon my feet.
"Thanks bud." I said to Murray.
"So what were you thinking about because you were thinking pretty hard?" Bentley asked.
"I need a food." I said. They looked really confused and I smiled.
"I'm making lunch for Carmelita and I don't know what to make." I said. Both of them looked like they were thinking.
"You make good spaghetti." Bentley suggested.
"Thanks, but it's too dinerish." I said.
"You could make her a BTL." Murray said. He set breakfast in front of us.
"No, I want it to be a little nicer." I said with my mouth full.
"Panini." Bentley said.
Murray was shaking his head up and down and his mouth of full of food. Bentley and I smiled.
"It does work Sly. I mean, it's simple and elegant and it taste really good." Bentley said.
Yeah, that could work. I know just the kind of Panini I want to make for her too.
"I know the perfect one I'm going to make." I said.
"What kind?" Murray asked still with his mouth full.
"Three meat." I stated.
"She will really like that, I mean with her from Spain and all; she will like the spicy food." Bentley said.
"Yeah I think she will like it." I said smiling.
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I went over Carmelita's house at 12:16.
I walked to her house because of my leg; I knew it would just hurt if I ran.
I also had brought the thing I needed to make the Panini's.
Her window was open for me and I walked in, she knows I'm just really opposed to using a door like a normal citizen. But am neither normal, nor a citizen so odd habits to be expected.
She wasn't in the kitchen or the living room so I walked around to see where she was.
I heard her in her room and wondered where her friend was. She was here yesterday, and now she's not.
I was sitting at the island waiting for Carmelita and I heard something clicking, like high heels. She better not be getting all fancied up because I sure as hell won't be able to keep my paws off her, which wouldn't be good. I'm a gentleman…right?
The clicking is getting louder now and I'm pretty sure she is walking down the hall.
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.
It had stopped and I knew she was behind me. I took a breath and turned around. I went wide-eyed and my jaw dropped.
It was a V neck dress that had short sleeves that were cut at the shoulder and synched back together at the very bottom. The bottom part of the dress cut a little above her knees and was a midnight black after radiating up past her black belt with an ovular silver buckle that rested right above her hips. She was wearing silver shoes that wrapped around her ankle. Also she was wearing a sliver necklace with a heart that completed the outfit. (A/N outfit on profile) She looked so sexy and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was so beautiful and I was really happy right now.
"So, how do you like it?" she asked smiling.
"Uhhhhhh." Was all I could say. I didn't know how to vocalize my thoughts; I was dumbfounded.
I was still sitting at the island with my mouth open. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me.
"Is it really that bad?" She asked. She sounded like she thought she wasn't beautiful.
"No, you look amazing. It's just I didn't know you were going to dress like that. I would have dressed better." I said because I KNEW that I would have dressed better.
"No, I like you in this. It makes you look just like you and that's exactly how I like you." She said sitting next to me.
"Ok, I'll start making lunch." I said getting up. I got the frying pan out and all the ingredients.
"So…what are you making for me?" she asked me, swishing her tail left and right.
"A three meat Panini." I replied, looking over my shoulder.
"Oh." She said. I turned around to look at her and she looked confused and a little curious.
"What, are you not a big fan of toasted bread and delicious meats or cheeses?" I asked confused.
"No, it sounds great! What kind of delicious meats or cheeses are we talking about here?" she asked, smiling like she thought I was the most amusing thing in the room.
"Well there is soppressata, capicola, salami, fontina and roasted red peppers." I said started the meal. (A/N BTW I don't know what soppressata or capicola is but it looked good on Google images.)
"Yum." She said, sounding pleased, "But do you think you could put jalapeno on mine instead of red peppers?"
I laughed.
"You and your spicy food. Do you have any here?" I asked.
"Of course, I always have some lying around." She said getting up. She was in the refrigerator for about a second and then came out with a bag of jalapenos.
"Wow that's a lot of jalapenos." I said. I knew she like them but I didn't think she would have, like, a bag of a hundred jalapenos.
"Do you want to try some?" she asked, holding out the bag to me.
"Um I think not, I wish to have tasted buds on my tongue later." I said and she laughed.
"Well ok." She said and took out a jalapeno and set it on the table.
I lit the fire on the stove, brushed the pieces of bread with olive oil and set them in the pan. I put the red peppers next to the bread in the same pan to bring out their flavor. I let the French bread fry until it was golden on that side; I added the cheese then put the soppressata, capicola, and salami on as well and the jalapenos on hers and red peppers on mine.
While I did this, Carmelita got up and disappeared into another room.
Where is she going? I finished her sandwich and set it on the table just as she came in the room with a bottle of wine.
I looked at her confused. Wine? It's like, one o'clock.
"It's five somewhere right." She said smiling. Well I guess it is. She got out two wine glasses and poured the dark red liquid.
"It looks really good." She said and took a bite, "And tastes even better." She added.
"I'm glad you liked it." I said, grinning.
We ate in silence for a while and then I broke the silence.
"So…where's Danielle?" I asked.
"Um, she left to give us some time to ourselves." She said and smiled slyly. "That and she loves French clothing, so she couldn't pass shopping up."
"Well that was nice of her." I commented.
"Yeah I know, she's my best friend and all and she would do anything for me." She said finishing her-in my opinion-insanely spicy sandwich.
"So how is your leg?" She said as she placed her hand where the bullet came though my leg. I winced, it still had only been a day and I could walk on it but it still hurt.
"It still hurts, a lot." I said, emphasis on the a lot.
She was rubbing my leg a little too far from my wound to claim she wasn't totally just feeling me up right now…and I really liked it.
"I'm sorry, about everything. Travis shooting you, me not believing you. I feel really bad that all this happen. Also I feel bad that I yelled at you." She said, (unfortunately) taking her hand off my leg and playing with it in her lap.
"I know. It's fine, well, I mean, I guess its fine." I said not really knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry. I really don't know what to say. But, I don't know…I mean…I just…I guess…I'm just rambling on now aren't I?" She said blushing.
"Can I be honest with you?" I asked. I thought I should come clean for once in my life.
"Yeah, you can tell me anything; I like it when people are honest." She said.
I looked at her funny because the boyfriend she just had had lied like a guiltless criminal.
"Um." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her what happen yesterday, I want her to know what she said had hurt me; I don't think I should tell her about the attempted suicide. Even though I want to tell her, I just don't know how.
"Just tell me what you want to say, I'm all ears. You can tell me anything." She said and smiled. I kind of smiled but then frowned. She frowned too.
"Sly what's wrong, you're really starting to freak me out. What happened?" She said.
"Well, it happened after you kind of yelled at me."
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