With a slight yawn, Jackie Lantern rose out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, getting ready to make breakfast for her sickly friend, Heath. He didn't seem to be getting any better.
Jackie had make him go to therapy, the gym, her parents; it seemed she had gone everywhere to try to make him feel better. And the worst part? She had to COOK.
Her, Princess Jackie Octiva Lantern, having to actually cook. She barely knew how.
Yeah, she could make things like eggs and microwave bacon for breakfast or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, but otherwise, your kitchen would be on fire if she made anything else.
Today she was making toast. Yep, just simple, old toast. That was all she was up to making.
"Heath Burns, get the HECK down here and eat!"
Apon hearing his name, Heath ran down the stairs, taking care to not upset Jackie again. "Hi."
Jackie raised an eyebrow, running a hand through her messy hair. "Is that all you have to say to me?"
Heath sat down on one of the stools by the counter. "Uh . . ."
"You're not helping. In fact, I think you should go back to work. Tomorrow." Jackie placed the plate of toast in front of Heath, sitting down next him.
". . . why do I have to?"
"So you don't get fired. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get ready for work."
"What's your job?"
"I model professionally. Eat your food before it gets cold. And, if you want to go, Abbey's funeral is next Saturday."
"Ummm . . . okay, I might go. I don't know if I exactly want to."
Jackie's eyes widened like plates. "You've gotten over her already?"
"No. It'd just be hard having to see her face again . . . . even if it is a hologram."
"You . . . I honestly don't understand you anymore. I gotta go. Call me if you need me."
(A/N: What is it with me and my short chapters? Ugggggggghhhhh! Just . . . I don't know anymore.)