To Want You

14

The moment I step into the living room, I'm greeted by the sight of Abel flipping through the magazine I had been engrossed with an hour ago.

The alluring smell of chicken noodle soup sprouting from the kitchen doesn't go unnoticed by my senses.

"Oh Elka sweetie, you're already here." Mrs Parker sends me a bright smile and ushers me to sit before walking off to disspear behind the wall where the kitchen's located.

I do as she says, stretching my arms with the soft thumps of my footsteps filling the ambiance. I did manage to get a small nap on the way here, but I don't feel fully charged yet.

There's also that nagging reminder at the back of my head telling me to call my parents later on.

"Did you pick a color?" I ask, indicating the choices within the magazine. While I was going through them, I found a liking towards the shade of dark blue and the vibrant crimson red.

It'll look great with the shade already chosen for the cake as well.

"Where did you go?" Ignoring my question, he asks without looking up.

I roll my eyes to the side. It's rude to answer a question with a question you know.

But I'll let it slip since his birthday's close.

I plop on the couch across from him, feeling a little bit dizzy. No doubt it's due to the lack of a proper sleep.

"The bakery." I mumble. A flicker of a page echoes the air right after as I lay my head back. A little shut eye should be enough to flee this fatigue feeling away.

He momentarily glances up at me."You met with someone didn't you?"

"Obviously. I had to check up on the cake." Where I went couldn't be more obvious now could it? Unless he's talking about that guy.

My assumption's proven right a while later, causing a pack of amusement within me.

I hear the name 'Daron' coming from Abel's tongue in a form of a grumble. I peak at him with one eye, knowing exactly why he's acting like someone's just stolen a candy from a five year old kid.

I wonder if he knows Daron was invited to his party.

"Wanna know something funny? He's avoiding me because I'm always with you."

"Not my fault now is it?"

I shake my head, exhaling. "No. But he thinks you hate him. I mean. He's not wrong. But If it means it won't remind you of what he did, then he's willing to avoid you at all cost. You know how he is. It upsets him when he knows someone's disappointed at him."

"That's not the only reason."

"What?"

"I've already forgiven him years ago."

Confusion flooding me, I pull myself up to completely give him my full attention. "Already? Since when? No wait. In that case. That's great but why on earth are you still acting this way?"

The room's filled with silence for the next minute as I watch Abel leisurely place the magazine beside him. When he finally drags his eyes to look at me, that stern expression from a whole ago is no longer present. Instead, a steady warm smile greets me to its fill extent.

He's bipolar. For sure.

I'm semi terrified for whoever his mate will be. They'll be handling a whole load package if it comes to this guy.

"I'll tell you later." Sending me a wink, he then hops from his seat and walks off to the kitchen.

He'll tell me later uh? But when exactly is later?

I shake my head, dispersing the usless thought from my head. I already have a lot of things to think about later. So might as well have a little nap while there's still free time.

-

I clench my fingers tight, feeling a soft mattress beneath me.

Registering that, I open my eyes and quickly sit up straight. The bed sheet falls from my chest to my lap as I take in my surroundings.

Black walls and a white ceiling A neat table desk, foot ball picture frames and a huge portrait of a black wolf on the wall.

Abel's bedroom.

"If you knew you were sick then why did you even come here." Abel steps into the room with a trey in his hands. He looks annoyed but worried at the same time.

"What?"

The bed dips as he settles there by my side, placing the trey above the surface of his night stand. Before I can ask him to say it again, his warm hand finds my forehead. I watch face twist with annoyance yet again.

"Idiot."

Why did wolf. "Hey-"

"Shut up and just drink this. Mom said to stay put until you're all better. So don't you dare even try to leave."

I grumble out a bunch of protest but non the less help myself with the medicine. The second the spoonful of healing liquid touches my tongue, my face uncontrollably twists with disgust from the ugly bitterness and foulness.

This is bad. This is so bad. I'm not gonna die from sickness at this point. I'll die because of this medicine.

"H-hey!"

So I ended up spitting out all of that medicine into the glass I was holding onto so dearly.

Abel curses explicits like a broken sewing machine which only triggers a massive wave of a migraine to course right through me.

Everyone who knows me know how much I despise the taste of medicines. God they're just so awful.

"What is wrong with you? Just suck it up you big baby." Abel sneers, lifting the edge of his blanket to hastily wipe the liquid substance beside my mouth.

I shake my head. I don't really want that.

After a long line of silence, Abel sighs. "What am I gonna do with you."

It's not my fault. I don't usually get sick. But when I do, mom and dad used the method of just mixing my medicine with something very tasty to the point it over powers the medicine. If I stand corrected, it's probably been six years since I've last caught a fever.

My best friend's next movement makes me stare at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

Once again he pours the medicine on a spoon. But instead of handing it to me, he takes it in his mouth in one go.

I shriek with horror.

What on earth is he thinking??

Just as I'm about to slap his back for him to spit, his hand captures my wrist and before I know it.

He crashes his lips against mine.