Fallen for You

Chapter 6- Chips and Dale

/as we sat on the available seats. A waitress comes to our table to take our order. She looked like a pimp and was chewing a gum as I stared at her mouth as she made a bubble pop from her mouth. The audacity to do that in front of your customers.

I was flabbergasted at her demenuor but payed no heed to it. My face was completely stoic.

"Here is our menus" as she handed us some disinfectat first before we touch the menus.

I scanned through all the foods, the picture of tacos slattered with beef and generous cheese tempted me the most. So without any wavering decision, i quickly selected it above all.

/”I’ll have tacos, with extra beef and cheeses” I replied

“I’ll have fish and chips”

“And Bolognese pasta”

“And coke for drinks”

As the waitress that wore an apron with a frilly crème dress wrote everything on her little notepad.

“Anything else.”

“A pitcher of water and glasses, please” I replied before the waitress left us to tell the chef our order. After we said that she gesture her colleague and he served us with a steel pitcher of cold water and empty glasses.

Orifiel was holding something on his breath like he was wanting to say something about last night.

/”So, are you okay now?”

“We were so worried we couldn’t find you”

“We almost even tried dialing your mom”

My eyes widen at her statement

“You told her?”

“We didn’t. But we were about to message her, I should’ve dragged you to the car with me” Erelah continued

“I’m fine I just hailed a cab home because I was too dizzy to walk.”

They stared at me with furrowed brows like they werent convinced at what i said. Cant blame them though i ditched them without second thought. Who wouldnt be worried?

/thoughts Amelia

"We're still not convinced that youre okay."

Then fragments of the scene at the party went to my head the Bea's slap to Kafziel, the dreaded 'apple juice' and more vomiting.

/”Hey! Stop spacing out!” Erelah sermoned me into listening to her attentively. Since i stared blankly for a minute while her lips were moving trying to tell me something as I was caught up with my thoughts about last night.

"Huh?" Yeah. I really wasnt listening.

"i said if you brought your phone last night? " Erelah toned up her voice and caught attention of most of the costumers. It wasnt a pleasant thing, when she notice she lowered her voice to a few decibels lower. It was embarrassing so to say.

"I can hear you, Dont shout" the redness of rage on her face looked like a kettle that was spewing smoke because of the high temperature.

It was a bit humourous. I chuckled a little

/”I took a cab home I wasn’t feeling well,” I reasoned

“Then, why didn’t you text us?”

“My phone was dead.”

The same stares of disbelief that was directed at me as I showed them my puffed up battery dead phone from my bag.

"yoi should get a new one."

"im still saving up for one"

"why dont you ask your parents to buy you a new one"

"i dont want to bother them"

"why not"

"because that expensive ass phone wouldnt be rewarding to recive it if it was from my parents pocket and not mine"

"big words." and they laughed at my overly dramatic statement.

But i wasnt joking i really wanted to prove myself.

/"so anyway lets change the topic. "change topic

"when are you going to tell me about you two?"

"what do you mean 'us'?"

Both of them got scarlet red blushing and cant meet ones eyes. It was so adorable.

/their answer… silence." I was going to tell you

but..." Orifiel paused that seemed like forever. The tension was too much. I was anticipating to much. "Go on, dont leave me hanging, Orifiel" I reminded that my attention span and patience are very limited when it comes to topics like this.

I loved tabloids they are filled with latest trends and scandals that leave you witness the lives of celebs that have flaws like everyone else. Its the same thing when you hear somthing juicy news about people you know.

"say no more. i know exactly why you didn’t want me to know…" i butted in he was taking too long to respond.

plus i hate being the plus one. I hate being a third wheel.

/"so what do you guys want to do in the weekend?" i had to change the heavy atmosphere that i created to a lighter chitchat to somehow salvage a bit of oxygen from the toxicity that brought all the akwardness to our discussion

Erelah sensed it and went for the flow since we cant move on without someone joining in the talk.

"How about a sleepover?"

/"Sleepover in a pandemic? Are you serious?" Orifiel reasoned out. We burst out hysterically laughing with hands clapped on mouths to muffel our out burst.

/"are you game? Sleepover on my place this weekend?" Erelah offered.

"As much as I want to i cant."

I’m not going. I have other priorities and i need to find a job. Preferably parttime for tuition and other miccelanous of the college i am entering since after high school my parent are going to cut of my allowance and everything that they brought for me to become an 'Independant young adult'

Im all for it, freedom and all that jazz but i cant help but be scared of the unknown like the apprehensions or the 'What if' I messed up badly...I cant ever go crying back to my parents in asked for help. And im too shy to ask my friends for a bit of help if i hit rock bottom. i cant fanthom/ tolerate that idea. Its too shameful.

“Huh? Why not?” Erelah asked

“I need to find a job right now, pronto.” I suggested.