KYMBERLY

Chapter Five(?)

"Are you sure you're okay, Tofer?" Osiris asked me after we closed the bar at five in the morning. Way past when we're supposed to, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? I am the exact definition of fine. Fine fine fine."
"Really?" Osiris raised an eyebrow, "That is an awful lot of fine for one person."
"You can never be too fine, dear." I ran up the stairs headed straight for my room, but Osiris cut me off.
"Then you wouldn't be rushing off to get away from me."
"Maybe I am tired."
"Talk."
"There is nothing to talk about." I tried to push past Osiris, but he put his arm up to block me.
Osiris gave me a pointed look. Why is he so good at those?
"Look, I really am tired okay? Can I just go to sleep and we'll talk about this tomorrow? I just really feel like screaming right now and the fact that you're not letting me into my room is just making me want to scream at you, in your face, until the only way you can get away from me is poofing yourself to another state. So if you could be so kind and move out of my way, Osiris, that would be greatly appreciated."
Without a word, Osiris did as I asked and moved out of my. Sighing and rubbing my temples, I stormed into my room and screamed into my pillow so I didn't wake Grey up.
The next morning – afternoon? – I felt like death itself or the equivalent to an emotional hangover.
My mind goes a little fuzzy when I try to think of what happened after Kable kissed Rhylee. I remember the kiss, the girl with the white hair looking equally as shocked as I did, me going behind the bar and having a drink, and then me screaming into my pillow. Whether that was from the initial shock or the drinking all night is beyond me.
"Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Osiris said as I came down stairs, "I see you had a good sleep. Your hair is more ratty looking than usual."
"I'm going to ignore that."
"Still in a bad mood?" Osiris grabbed a glass and made me my usual drink, "You said you'd talk about tomorrow, which is now today."
"You saw what happened, why do I need to talk about it? Everything is peachy keen." I gulped down half of my Shirley Temple. He did not put enough vodka in this.
"But how testy you got afterwards was not normal, Tofer."
"What do you want me to talk about?" I raised my eyebrows. Osiris just shrugged, "Exactly, nothing. Because there is nothing to talk about. Kable kissed a girl in front of me, big deal. I've known Kable for what, three days? I mean, he did tell me he wasn't romantically involved with Rhylee but whatever."
I shrugged and finished my drink.
"Maybe he's scared."
"Scared? About what?"

Chapter Five(?)

"C'mon Tofer, you haven't gotten out of bed for two days. Raz helping and taking your shift last night was a once in a lifetime deal. I really need your help downstairs tonight." Osiris begged me late afternoon. At least I think it was late afternoon. I'm not really sure, to be honest. I've been lying on my side facing a wall for two days. It hasn't been pretty.
I groaned, "Just let me wallow in my pain."
"Stop being so dramatic. You've known the kid for two days, not two years." Osiris began rubbing my back, trying to sooth me.
"The time doesn't matter! He told me he wasn't involved with her, he didn't even hesitate saying he wasn't involved romantically with her – then to just flat out kiss her on the mouth right in front of me? Now that is just plain rude!" I grabbed a pillow and squeezed it tight in my arms. It wasn't helping much, but it was something.
"Tofer," Osiris grabbed my shoulder and tried to turn me over to face him. It didn't work. He tried again, pulling my shoulder harder. This time he succeeded, "Tofer, look at me. You're being ridiculous. Jealousy I could understand, but this is just plain insanity. You've known Kable for two days, so what if he didn't tell you everything? Does he have to bear his soul to you on the one day you spend together?"
"It would have been appreciated."
"Stop talking," He put his index finger to my lips, something he did quite often when we were together, "I know you like the guy, but I think you're overreacting just a tad."
"But you don't underst –"
"No, I do understand. I understand better than you even do, Tofer."
Osiris cradled my face in his right hand and sighed, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"Why did I ever leave you?"
A smile played on his lips, "Because you lost interest in me, it's what you do."
Ouch. The smile disappeared from my face.
The sad part is, I think he's right. I lose interest in people. The mysterious ones, like Osiris and Kable, I gravitate to because they're like a giant puzzle. I want to make all of the pieces fit so I can get a clear picture of their soul. They're interesting and fun to play with. You're always learning something new about them. But once that puzzle is complete, all of my interest is lost. There is nothing new to discover. You have a clear picture.
"I don't mean to." I practically whisper, trying to hold back the tears I just know are forming.
Osiris smiled, the kind of smile that looks forced, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, "I know you don't."
"Get the fuck up because I am not covering for you tonight, dick cheese." Raz said bursting through the door.
I clenched the pillow I was holding in my fist and threw it straight at Raz's face. Direct hit.
"What the fuck was that for you fucking twink?" Raz said, taking a few steps toward the bed, the tone of his voice was walking the line between angry and annoyed.
"For being a twat!" I threw my comforter off me to go and retrieve my pillow, "You always know the perfect way to ruin a meaningful moment, you buffoon."
"It's my fucking job, lady-boy." Raz was half way out the door before he turned back towards us, "One little piece of advice, you might want to put on some fucking pants before you head down for work. There are some fucking freaks down there tonight."
"Fuck off, Raz." Osiris said. My hero.