[03] alkaline

i did realise that if i ended up being admitted in the hospital, i was gonna taste misery at its best. i had planned it all out to make it more bearable but i wasn't really sure up to what extent. so i decided to spend one last evening at katherine's place instead of mourning in my own bed.

katherine was one of the three friends i had back in my old school, she was nice enough to make efforts and maintain contact with me. also, she only lived a block down.

she was a wallflower while i was this antisocial depressed rat. it had always been a wonder to me how on earth had we ever managed to click, but we had and i couldn't be more grateful for she was the only almost bestfriend i'd been able to make in my entire lifetime if i exclude a) this girl from kindergarten who ended up breaking up with me because i cut a big chunk of her long blonde hair with safety scissors. well . . . in my defense, it was the first time that i had been given a scissor, i couldn't have used it to cut myself open and b) this gay boy from fourth grade who always thought of himself as superior than everyone else.

hanging at her place was a total upgrade from having laid awake all night in my misery.

"i so hate that this is happening to you." she whined.

"tell me something i don't know." i snorted as i surfed channels on her room's little tv which i found absolutely cool.

"you a hoe." she smirked at me.

i blinked before slowly turning to face her, i stared into her brown eyes for straight ten seconds before smacking her head with a pillow.

as i saw her just laugh it off, i had to say something. "naw, bitch, you a hoe." i replied- quite creatively, and settled on this weird movie which was probably a low-cost twilight parody.

"oh, you know you love me, i know you care, just shout whenev-" she sang but i cut her off, "gotta doubt on that one, kathy baby." i grinned at her.

"don't call me kathy." she scowled. the woman hated it when anyone called her that.

now it was my turn to get hit by a pillow, it came like the bus that hit regina george in mean girls- swift and unexpected. soon we were indulged in a silly pillow fight, both laughing hard and tossing fluffy pillows at each other.

honestly, i never did feel sick when i was with her- she was like an instant pain killer for me, but she had her own side effects for she only helped in suppressing my emotions and not completely getting rid of them.

"don't hoe me then," i said, sticking my tongue out.

"you love it as much as james charles likes to say 'sister'."

"shit, busted." i grinned.

"okay, now i gotta ask you something important." katherine collected herself then and sat straight.

"what is it?" i questioned as i removed my gaze from the television to look at her while reciprocating her actions.

"i . . . might- why do you ask?"

"no biggie, to be honest, just that i met up with this kid at school called that and he claims to know you." she said, uncertainly.

i was reluctant to answer, "yeah, i do, then." i nodded.

"listen, honey, i very appreciate the fact that you decided to expand your friend circle but i don't appreciate you doing it without telling me okay, i'm supposed to be the bestfriend, okay? okay." her expression went from a bored scowl to a wide smile, "oh, and also, i need to approve him, good thing he's joining us for dinner tonight."

"what the fuck?"

"uh, yeah?" she shrugged nonchalantly.

"i'm not staying for dinner then?"

"yes, you are, shut the fuck up and tell me how, when and why did you meet him." she said, ignoring my weak protest.

i answered her with one nasty frown.

"come on, des," she groaned.

"yeah, so . . . um, i was at the clinic, yeah? and . . ." and i told her all about it, changing the story a bit to make myself look like a better person.

"so he's sick too?" she asked after i finished.

"it's not my story to tell." i shrugged, "and, i'm not staying for dinner."

"yes, you are."

"i mean, i have nothing against the boy, but he's a little annoying."

so yeah.