Not a Best Friend Thing

Chapter Eleven: The Hot Intern

Hi guys, I decided I should write here l'm sorry this might cause you a delay of reading the actual chapter but I need to say this. I think I'm going to have a job next week and I'll apologize in advance if I won't be able to update often. I still don't know if you like this story, I don't even know if I still like writing, myself. I was stuck, I was having a block and this is one of those days where I doubt if I could ever write a good story. My insecurities are killing me. Anyway, thanks for commenting. Here goes chapter eleven.

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It's a Friday afternoon in mid-November. A usual day of Klay's life. However, it's only supposed to be "usual." Because this is the last thing you could define as usual. By definition, "usual" in Klay's life is reading or staring at the ceiling, yelling at a twelve year old brother who seemed to always have sword-fights in his room, feeling her heart being broken over and over by a best friend, getting used to it but still dreaming about kissing a best friend, cursing and insulting the best friend's girlfriend and killing her on her mind, stabbing her with a knife, running over her by an imaginary car, killing her a hundred ways possible. All of them and many others but not this. Not a Klay who's banging her head on the pillow as if it would hurt her, chanting "stupid, stupid, stupid" as if it would make her less stupid, stopped every other while to glance at the dark empty screen of the computer and cringing. And definitely not thinking back to what she should have been two days ago, instead of answering her phone which is ringing loud enough on the foot of the bed for her to not notice it. How on earth did she become an i***t? She was with Tara all day! They even had the longest conversation they ever had and she never remembered asking about the damn ECward.

The damn ECward whom she finally saw just five minutes ago.

Five minutes earlier...

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The red and blue options of the skype page are bulging out of the screen. Klay watched them as the pressure starts building at the tip of her finger. Which one should she click? Thinking that this is the moment where she could unravel the mystery of this man makes her throat run dry and her heart picking a frantic pace. This is a video chat. A live video chat. Which means if she answers, he'll see her as much possible as she'll see him too. But why does she feel nervous about him seeing her when she knows he'd seen her. He wrote a book about her, stalked her, hell he's into her. And she doesn't even like him or something. She went over her image of him again--wears glasses, but the type that hot lawyers do. Not the boring nerds type. Then tall maybe tan. But what if he's unlike what she imagined? What if he's a crazy pedophile? And she's going to be his tenth victim of the day?

You are not a child, stupid.

Fine she isn't but what if he's really creepy? Like a psychologically-abnormal type of creepy? Only one way to find out, is it?

She brings the cursor to the green button and once the video starts running she shuts her eyes tight. She can hear movements at the other camera end but she did not open them. There was a sound of someone taking a seat then followed by silence.

"Are you... sleeping, right now?"

His voice, how did a voice, alone, is able to send shivers to the human body? She knows he's looking at her right now but the confidence she had a while ago had drained out by that voice. All the way to the last drip. Was she sure she doesn't like him? She tries to relax and say to herself that she doesn't like the guy. She doesn't, and that brings her no reason to get nervous and giddy all that she's feeling at this moment. But from the sound of him, its probably impossible not to like him and hell he must even look hotter than what she'd expected. She should look weird right now but she can't seem to open her eyes.

"I-I'm meditati--" she opens her eyes and as she did, she literally choked her heart out. What she saw first was glasses, then dark hair and stern-looking brows...then his eyes, that do not at all look foreign. She frantically searched for the red button but it seemed to have vanished. She was running out of oxygen and the fact that he might see the panic in her face creates blockage between her pipes and lungs. Jesus, where is the freaking end button?

Shit. s**t.

It became so hard to find the red button that she decided to pull out the computer plug out the socket. The computer went out and she found herself staring at her reflection on the empty screen, her shame blinking at her.

That is so unbelievable!

"That is so unbelievable!" she shouts. Of all the people of this friggin wide world.

"Ed fricking McMillan?!"

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Klay's phone starts ringing again and this time she picks it up. Seeing "mum" splayed on the screen she answered, "hey mum," trying to forget what just happened.

"Hey honey, are you home?"

"Yeah, where are you?" she asked.

"I'm buying groceries, honey listen..." her mother doesn't continue but answers a few things to someone who asks sort of questions like "cash" or "card."

After a minute she speaks back, "honey still there?"

"Yep."

"Okay...your father will be home at eight and he's bringing a visitor. I made a sorbet for dinner before coming here but I forgot to put it in the freezer. Will you do it? I just hope it will still freeze."

A visitor? "Yes mum I will, don't worry."

"Thanks honey, I'll be going now." She says then hangs up.

Klay stands and starts walking to the door. Instead of going downstairs, she crosses the hallway to the right of her room and pounds on the door next to her's. She has to pound harder before it opens.

"Dad's bringing a visitor." She mutters on Sonny's face who's standing right across from her. There was noises inside the room so she tilts her head to peak.

"Hey Klay."

"Hi Klay."

Say Sonny's friends. She knows them, they are his constant visitor. They are whom he makes annoying noises with inside this room. Klay makes out a lazy, "hey."

"What is that you're reading Shane?" She said to the blonde kid once she saw the paper on his hand.

"Playboy," he shrugs.

"Is that a pornographic magazine?" Klays eyes widened.

"A nude magazine. Your term sound like a crime." Sonny mumurred in front of her. She glares at him.

"Why do you have nude magazines, Shane?"

"Its not mine, it's Sonny's." Shane answers with another shrug.

Klay eyes land to Sonny, "come on Klay. I'm a man!" Sonny snorted when she narrows her eyes at him.

"You are not a man. You are a kid, okay? Shane hand that over." Klay commands still looking fiercely at her younger brother.

She felt Shane stand and walked over so she gave out her hand. Once in hand, she turns on her heels and starts heading out.

"Eight Sonny!"

As soon as she reaches the kitchen, she checks the fridge and place the sorbet mixture inside the freezer.

It starting to get dark when she hears her mother's car pull over their driveway. She hurriedly went to the door and helps her with the groceries. She should be doing groceries alone and cooking alone and living alone if they let her go to her dream university. She might be living independently now if they did. But her father insisted she'd stay and move instead after getting a degree and pursuing graduate studies. It was part of her plan to study masters or even doctors degree and part of the idea that convinced her to stay here was the fact that her Best friend is staying here. Jace and her were never apart since they were kid and it was frightening to her to be away from him.

Less than two hours later, Klay's mother starts putting up the dining table. Its past eight and her father might arrive soon. Sonny is now sitting on the couch watching Young Sheldon while Klay is bustling around the kitchen helping her mother. Their father might seem strict for other people because he is a definition of prim and proper. It's rare to see the fun side of him but when it shows, it becomes meaningful and almost too good to be true. When Klay turned eighteen, he had a speech on her birthday party being sang with the lyrics of the song Klay liked. She danced with him that night as if his father is still a teenager. Klay liked to think that his father just don't want to appear vulnerable. He wants them to know that he got things under control, not mentioning the nature of his job. He's a kind of man that doesn't tell you 'I love you' but still you feel just the same or even more. But then again, is it just how fathers do?

"It didn't work, mum." Klay said after checking the sorbet mixture.

Klay's mother lets out a tired sigh, "I made melon shake honey. It should do just fine."

"Who is he going to bring, mum?" Klay asked taking a seat on a chair by the table.

"Some reporter I think, a son of his good friend. He mentioned. He's going to be featured."

Klay eyes glistened with the last word. "Featured?"

Her mother gives her a proud smile, "your dad finally cracks up an old crime. And it's going to be on paper soon."

"Really! I didn't know mum, that's wonderful. I'm proud of him." She says with her heart. She had been proud of him through her life but she didn't get a chance to tell him or some other people. A warm feeling pass over her, she has a good family. Maybe the best family.

"You should be..." her mum says sharing the state she is in.

A headlight flashed over the window on the living room announcing the arrival of her father. Her mum quickly gets to her feet and starts walking toward the living room. Klay follows. Her mother opens the door and quickly welcomes her father with a kiss. He then turns to Sonny as the latter runs over to him and gives him a hug.

"Hi dad." She says standing by the couch. She looks at him. He's on his black denim jacket and jeans. He looks older than the last time she saw him. There are wrinkles around his eyes and an evident tiresome look in them.

"Wouldn't you give your father a hug?"

He says and she walks toward him. She squeezes him tightly. "Congratulations dad, " and whispers on his neck. She felt her father put a kiss on her hair before he breaks apart.

"I have someone with me."

Her father says and waves toward the car. Seconds later a man emerges on the doorway and suddenly Klay forgets about everything else. She froze. Could this day ever get any worse?

She perfectly hears her father say, "this is Edward McMillan an intern in FOX Carolina. He'll be having dinner with us." But she's positive all her other senses are going to a halt. She felt dizzy even when her feet are rooted right there on the tiled floor. The ward made sense now! It's a Ward from the friggin "Edward! "

She is looking at him and when he finds her eyes, he shoots her a warm smile that she almost admits it's genuine and then she starts worrying about the rest of the night.