Half of What I Could Be

Chapter 4

My biggest question was why she left a note instead of just texting me. That woman was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. I promptly dropped my bag on the hardwood floor, and walked over to the fridge. I was ready to dive into some cake in the hopes that it would ease my mind. I grabbed it out of the fridge, found myself a fork, and dove in. The cake was a huge rectangle with blue, pink, and yellow frosting which decorated the top in flowers. It was a pretty plain birthday cake with only the words "Happy Birthday" sketched across the top. It didn't really matter, because the cake was literally orgasmic.

I sat on the high top stool and just inhaled the cake. I tried my hardest to not think about the corpse monster. Yet, every time I had a new thought, it always led back to Corpsey. See, watch: I like cake, I would marry it, I want to get married in Vegas, people got drunk in Vegas, drunk people can end up in jail, criminals go to jail, criminals are scary, corpse monsters are scary. See, anything!

I started tapping my foot against the metal bar that wrapped around the stool as my anxiety increased. I debated if I should just take a lot of melatonin and go to bed at 3 p.m. or if I should call my mom as she requested. I chose the former. I was about to go find my raspberry, pediatric, melatonin jellybeans when I heard a knock at the door. I let out a small moan of annoyance.

Through the mosaic window on the top of the door, I could see brown hair slowly drift in the wind. I trudged across the five feet separating me and the door. I grasped the door knob, and opened it.

"Take your time, why don't you!" yelled Taylor as she pushed me aside and walked into my house, "Just leave me in the rain!"

She walked right into my kitchen without so much as a "Hi" or "How are you?" She didn't even take her shoes off, so she trailed mud as she walked into my kitchen. I'm not a clean freak, but that did not mean I loved tracks of dirt all over the hardwood floor.

I followed behind her. I was confused about her comment, because it was sunny out, and there were no rain clouds in the sky, "Um, it's not raining."

"Yet," she responded, as she sat down at one of the island stools. She put her Louis Vouitton on her lap and started digging through.

"As much as I love seeing the only friendly face in this town, why are you here?" I asked as I sat down on the stool right next to her.

"Well, because you ran out of class like a mad man, you didn't get the class assignment. As the great person I am, I took it upon myself to deliver it to you personally," she muttered as she pulled out a packet of paper, and set it on the countertop, "So, what happened anyway?"

If I told her the truth, she would probably run for the hills. Many people thought I was crazy as it was, but for some reason I did not want her to believe that as well. Maybe it was because she was new, and not exposed to the preconceived notions of the rest of Leviathan...yet. I settled for the excuse that all women use at least once in their life, "Period problems," I shrugged.

"Understandable," she nodded as she stared lovingly at the cake, "So, can I..." she trailed off.

I laughed. A fellow sugar lover, the more I kept talking to this girl the more I liked her. I promptly got up and grabbed a fork for her, "You don't even need to ask," I joked as I handed it to her.

"One thing you need to know about me is that I am actually a full blown sugar addict. I will sell my body for chocolate if I have too," she joked as she took a bite.

"Good, because I would be lying if I hadn't thought about the same exact thing. We could open a strip club where the payment is in chocolates instead of money," I smiled and took a bite of the cake as well. I did not remember the last time I had a close friend. I used to be friends with Arland when we were kids. When we entered middle school, she took a 180. She used to be a down to earth girl who wore glasses and loved books. The summer before school started, her parents forced her to go to cheer camp. Three months later she came back with bleach blonde hair, a full face of makeup, and an attitude. She just stopped talking to me. I'm pretty sure it was a mix of her new found popularity along with Jacin and Roan's cold shoulder toward me.