an~ does anyone even read these? tell me if you do. Natalie POV
future author: used wilhelm, not gonna use pinnoccio cause he's not technically in the books.
The chicken is staring at me.
I stare back at it. It's prefferable to finding Toby and talking to him. After all, we've become signifigantly more awkward around each other, especially since Bella left. Now when we're alone, we just sort of sit there and pretend the other one isn't there.
The chicken is still staring at me.
I have absolutely no idea what's going on between us. We used to be so close. We were best friends. Did everything together. Now though, we're really awkward.
Why is that chicken still staring at me? Come to think of it, why is there a chicken in our living room to begin with?
I miss the old days, when it was so easy to be friends with him. But... I think I want something more, too.
The chicken needs a name. I think I'll call it Chicken.
Maybe, maybe... I think I, oh I don't know. Yeah, I do. It's funny. I mean really, He's nowhere near as tall as I am. But really.
Checken is giving me a funny look.
Oh shoot. I've been saying all this out loud. THAT'S why Chicken keeps staring at me.
"Sorry Chicken."
Chicken shrugs. "Go tell Toby how you feel. I bet he feels the same way."
"Thanks." I say.
Chicken leaves. About a minute after he leaves, I realize what a weird day I'm having, and wonder if there were drugs in my lunch. But by then, I'm already knocking on Toby's bedroom door.