C O L I N
"Kurt!" I called and after a minute, I could hear his hurried footsteps already outside the room and the door swung open.
My eyes lighted like a bulb switched on when I saw him bringing a jar of pickles! I licked my dry lips and I couldn't wait to eat those salty and crunchy little babies.
My eyes never left the bottle as Kurt closed the door. I sat on the edge of the bed, reaching my hand to Kurt when he walked towards me.
"My pickles. Pickles." I sang happily and Kurt gave me the bottle of heaven.
"So you love your pickles more than you love me?" Kurt sat beside me and I twisted the cap of the bottle.
I rolled my eyes. He always said that exact line every time I eat pickles. I couldn't help it. I was super craving for it.
"Shut up. Of course, I love. . . you more." I sai
