Oliver
An hour later I place hurried knocks on an iron door panting furiously damn that dog made me break records I never thought I could, it chased my sorry ass the entire time just because I wanted to retrieve one of my rings that flew and landed in its owners' backyard
I lost the dog while hiding behind a wall then ran with my whole life when the coast was clear, I'll comeback if I even remember the house, What A Freaking Day
"You look like you just ran a marathon race" Phil says as the door swings open, I love the new paint on the building a splash of purple and white nice
I'm already pulling my shoes, Granma said it's impolite to walk into a person's home with shoes on Granma would whack my head if I did no wonder, I have a few loose screws up in there
"I did idiot this dearie had to run for his life unless I would have been bitten to death" I shove my way in not caring about his permission slumping on his soft comfy couch in the living room, "finally my legs ache"
"No wonder you don't attract humans, its only dogs that can fall for your kind" I flip him off while taking in the area. For a game developer his house is pretty sleek
Downstairs, his living room is giving I'm too normal I'm gonna puke vibes which is definitely not me, his walls painted white everywhere and smooth while mine is filled with scratches and the paint has already washed off
A comfy couch and a bean bag at the corner with a medium size tv hanging on the wall, pictures of only him winning awards and medals, none about his family
When i ask about them he goes cold so i decided to let it be
If I was him, I would have place neon lights everywhere added a couple of not so innocent posters, I'm already planning for a house that isn't mine, life...
As soon my nose caught a whiff of the smell of bacons and scrambled eggs possessed by the spirit of hunger I stood up ignoring the ache in my legs darting my legs to the kitchen
Food always comes first, rest later
The kitchen looks good though things I didn't expect Phil to have he has them he never fails to surprise me a table set at the far end of the room coupled with the chairs that looks expensive caught my eye i remember dancing drunk on that table last time i visited
"Wants some coffee?"
I nod too quick settling down on the dining table where two plates have been laid down, now I realize it I haven't eaten for days now just been chugging down on some snacks here and there
Putting down the mugs he took a seat in front of me "You getting skinner ollie" he states his observation but I'm not feeling like having this discussion again
"Awwn thanks for the compliments" I smack a kiss on his face before resuming to devour the food in front of me, i moan at the crispness of the bacon and the mushiness of the eggs, the taste got my insides rolling in a good way
"I'm serious I have a guest room where you can stay Ollie I don't mind" Phil is caring too caring for my liking if you ask me and he has helped me a lot and I feel like am using him and I hate it
This feeling of helplessness where I can't repay him back in any way apart from being his friend pricks my skin so no, I like being independent and when it becomes too much, I'll let him know
"Phil, I know but I can handle myself I promise when it gets too much, I'll ask for help okay" I took a sip of my coffee while he nods
Oliver the delivery has been successfully dropped off in your apartment
I choked on the coffee, coughing violently "Clumsy clutz you wanna die" a concerned Phil rushes and rubs circles on my back stupid Verlisha wants to bring me to my death early
"Sorry I was startled"
"By what" he asks taking his seat still narrowing his gaze on me to check if I'm still okay
"You're a programmer, right?" instead of answering his questions I divert his attention elsewhere, he nods taking both my plates and his to the sink
"Do you know any game called He Is Royalty?" I push my chair following him to the sink. Phil Is bigger than me by far and his real name is not Phil just a nickname not because I can't remember his name it's the only name I can't seem to forget
I just like calling him Phil it fits his type of person calm, cool and collected like as if he has figured all his shit out while I'm here playing with the scraps. His hair is a darker shade of my chestnut hair I dunno it's a bit confusing let's say its brown but at the same it looks black
Ugh complicated motherfucker, don't get me wrong his good looking but his straight ass coupled with the fact that he is my best friend, his like a hot bomb screaming off limits and there is nothing my sexy ass can do about it
Except explode if I get rejected my him, nada absolutely no way. His green orbs can suck the living day lights out of me; his wavy hair is longer and less curly than mine which compliments his defined jaw and sharp features
His muscular and a bit tan and has money from what I assume programmers make a lot but he doesn't like big things he prefers small things with meaning. His face has a permanent snarl which made people fear him at first sight but not me I laughed when I first saw him I thought someone stole his panties that's why he's all moody I still think so till now
"Nah haven't, what's it about" he asked before removing the band I use to pack my curls
"Hey what gives?!" my failed attempts to get it back was extremely clear no matter how hard I struggle he won't budge cause he is a huge fucker always using height against me
"I like you this way, don't hide your curls from me again" his tone demanding and doing things to me inside but I disregard those tingles I'm not some high school teenager I'm 25 for God's sake before letting out a snicker
"cheater" I huff
"what's it about" he repeats then I narrated everything that has happened to me in the last two days finally stopping to see what he has to say
His expression was blank giving nothing a way which made me a little pissed off
"So…...?"
"Yeah, you're living with me now" I slap my hand to my head "Your apartment has made you crazy" huffing i walk away feeling annoyed great even my best friend doesn't believe me
i wouldn't believe me but still I pick my bag from his sofa marching to the door
A large hand wrapped around mine put a pause to my movement
"Wait I was just kidding" he is still giggling meaning he doesn't take this seriously the fact that I could actually die
"Its fine I think I've overstayed here" I struggled to remove my hand but it was to no avail
"I'll check it out I promise" he gives my hand a tight squeeze shooting me one of his Dooey smiles that are very rare reserved just for me, there's no way I can stay mad at him for even a minute cause now I'm grinning like an idiot
"Alright bye" I waved at him but he still doesn't let me go
"My hug" right forgot about our ritual that I made for us "When leaving the presence of your bestie a hug must be granted" I didn't even expect him to agree or to even be my best friend but life and its unexpected meteors, these games must be getting to me though
I hugged him before he lets me go and I shut the door
"Guess its just me and you Verlisha"
Again, Verline sir
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."