Chapter One:
Neal slammed the door to her room. His hand stayed on the knob, itching to open the door once more, to go back in and hug his friend, to tell her that everything was all right. But it wasn't.
He leaned against the door for support, wondering what she was doing right now. Probably still sitting there, watching the door. Or maybe practicing with her glaive. She seemed to do that a lot when she was upset, especially lately.
That's why he was surprised to hear loud choking noises from the other side of the door. It took him a moment to realize what the noise was, and when he did, he felt his resolve crumble. His best friend was crying, and he was going to comfort her.
As he twisted the knob, he remembered the way she had been acting lately. Cold and distant, not the woman he knew. Not the woman he loved. He remembered the conversations they had had lately, him talking, her just staring at him, refusing to say anything. Last, the memory of their conversation flashed in his mind.
"What's wrong, Kel?" He sighed, defeated. "I'm you're best friend, or at least, I was. Now I'm not sure where we are. Sometimes you blow hot, sometimes you blow cold. And I've no idea what's wrong!"
"I don't want to discuss it." She answered, voice cold.
He wanted to shake her. Frustrated and angry, he replied, "Well, I do! We need to get past this, Kel! What in the Realms of the Black God is going on?!"
She stiffened. "Get out." Her voice was even and strong, not holding any emotion, just like her face. But in her eyes...he could see something. He just couldn't tell what it was.
He turned his back, trying to hide the pain that he was sure was right there on his face, in his eyes. Neal felt her reach out to touch him, but moved away. She had made her decision. There was nothing left to do but leave. Before, however, he would try once more. "I can't take this anymore, Kel. I want to know the truth."
The room was silent. He could feel her gaze piercing into his back. She wasn't going to answer. After a moment, he said, "Fine. I see how it's going to be." With that, he left, the door slamming shut behind him.
He couldn't help but think of the noise had made when closing. A sharp bang. Their friendship had come to a close just as the door had closed, but there were no loud noises signifying that. Just angry words and pains that Neal couldn't ignore. The door had closed on their friendship. And their was no, it seemed, reopening it.
You had all better love me. Not only have I posted two chapters (okay, relatively short chapters, but that's not the point here!) I have had very bad writers block, so this is really pretty good, all things considering. And no, I am not saying that this is great. Actually, far from it. But still. Then there's also the fact that it's a Kel/Neal, and the fact that its more than a one shot, and the fact that I plan on continuing it. So that's a lot, don't you think? Anyway, its like 12 oclock at night, and I blabber when I'm tired. Im eating salted cashews. There great. If you review, I'll give you some...if you like salted cashews. If you don't, review anyway. And yes, I am quite aware of the fact that this made no sense and no, I don't care. Please realize that it is 12 oclock at night, and the fact that I have been called a lunatic by several people. And that's normally during the day. And this is just about as long as the first chappie was, longer than the prologue, so I'll shut up now and let you review. And I swear, if one person complains about how short it is, I'll kill you all!
