The Waiting One Part II: Waiting for the End

Firestarter

Days kept rolling. Life was normal. One Saturday morning, Serronie sat at the bar as Zachary was cooking breakfast. Her hair was in a big matted bun on top of her head. There were also some darkened circles around her eyes. Zachary noticed that she hadn't been very talkative in a few days. It was always something with Serronie. He was shirtless as he rinsed some vegetables in the sink. Serronie loved watched him move around in the kitchen, and him being shirtless was always a bonus. He just glanced at her, and she watched him.

He decided to break the silence. "You haven't ate in three days and you look like hell," Zachary commented as he chopped up some vegetables.

Serronie leaned on the bar and rested her left jaw on her palm. "I know! I've been just drinking those meal replacement drinks you have. My back tooth has been killing me! And thanks for the compliment, you're sweet!" she bit with sarcasm and humor.

Zachary grinned, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Okay, well you should have went to the dentist two days ago."

"I was just thinking it was something minor, and it would get better, plus, if it's some kind of infection, Valentine's day, your birthday, is a week away, and I don't want to be sick from antibiotics for that day," she mumbled, trying not to open her mouth too wide.

He slapped his sides and scoffed, "You need to call and make an appointment then, Ronnie, if you lose any weight, you're gonna blow away in the wind, I'm not worried about Valentine's Day like that."

She smirked and threw an empty water bottle at him. "Shut up! You are so dramatic about my weight, jerk!"

He laughed, "I am not dramatic! A hundred and fifteen pounds does not give you wiggle room!"

"Just because I'm less than half of your body weight, that doesn't make me the weird one, you're the mutant," she joked through narrow lips.

Zachary curled his arms up and flexed his biceps and chest, "Baby, this is 245 pounds of sexiness, and you can't get enough of it."

She giggled and covered her eyes while shaking her head side to side, "Gross, cover it up, cover it up," she chuckled.

He suddenly stopped laughing and pointed his finger at her in a moment of enlightenment. "Ah! You're doing it again!"

"What?!" she shrieked.

"That thing you do! You're deflecting me!" he revealed.

She tried to hide a smile, "What?! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I told you to make an appointment to the dentist, and you lead me off a tangent! You crafty little devil you," he taunted while wagging a finger at Serronie.

She folded her arms and slid down in the barstool smugly with a sneaky smirk.

He placed both of his palms on the counter and leaned over the bar towards Serronie, "Fine, I'll make you an appointment."

She pouted and folded her arms tighter. There it was, they spent their Saturday morning at the dentist office. As it turned out, Serronie's wisdom tooth was chipped and had an infection. Therefore, she ended up getting her tooth pulled and being prescribed a round of antibiotics. Crisis averted, seemingly.