Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 22: Come Amour

I had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Kaz to get back, when I feel a slight vibration coming from my ass. Did I leave my vibrator in my back pocket? Reaching to my back pocket, I realize that it is only my phone, sadly. I open my flip phone, interested in who is texting me at the time.

CC: Where is you!?!

Seeing this text, I can already tell who it's from. Connor.

Me: Sorry, I went out. How was the 'checking out' thing?

    CC: Oh, where'd you go?  He replies, not answering my question.

    Me: I just wandered the street again, no big deal. I'll probably stay out for the night.

    He didn't reply for a while, leaving me to wait for him to text back. I grow anxious, until I feel the vibration once again.

    CC: Why

    Me: I need time to fla - I mean, relax and have some alone time.

    CC: K.

    I stare at the single word, K. I wonder what that means... Is he angry? I put my phone away for now. As I lay on Kaz's couch, I hear a distant beep near the entrance of the luxurious apartment. Not wanting to get up, I stay on the couch in the darkness. I stare the door, longing.

    When he walks in, I can tell he's tired. With every step, Kaz sways, and I see him coming towards me. Forgetting I'm here, Kaz falls on me, face first, onto my lap.

    "Uhh... hey - are you ok?" I say, shocked, trying to pull him off of me.

    "I am a sewercide survivor," he says, slurring his words. He mimicks tying a noose to the ceiling and placing his neck on it, laughing in the process.

    "Kaz what the hell is wrong with you - "

    "I need tortillaaa," Kaz says determinedly, stumbling into the kitchen.

    I follow him very intrigued as to what is going on. Clearly, he's drunk. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen and gaze at him. He walks over to the fridge and starts shuffling around in one of the drawers. He finds something - I notice. In his hand was, in fact, a tortilla. I start laughing, but not loud enough to disturb him. After all, I'm still interested. He walks over to me and shoves the tortilla in my face, smiling.

"You want?"

    "Sure... but it doesn't have anything on it." I say, still trying not to laugh.

    Kaz stares at me for a long time and then he blinks. He leans toward me and stumbles a bit, kissing my cheek in the process. I don't think he actually meant it since he brushed the moment off like it didn't even happen. "Ok... " he mumbles, awkwardly turning away from me and walking back to the fridge.

    He pulls out some ingredients from the fridge and I get a little hesitant when he turns the stove on and places two skillets on it.

    "Hey... uh - should you really be doing that?" I say, walking over to him.

    "Mmmm..." he stands there, probably waiting for them to heat up. Then, when he's satisfied, he starts adding his ingredients. I watch over his shoulder. Kaz starts adding things like tomatoes, beans, and chicken to the first skillet. The second one just has beef in it. I wince - is he really trying to cook these for me? While he's like this? ... How sweet. He notices me standing next to him and pushes me out of the kitchen. I sit down on a stool on the other side of the island instead, waiting for him to finish.

    I start zoning out into sleep by the time Kaz hops onto the stool next to me and puts down a very nicely made tortilla meal for the both of us, with some beer on the side. I am completely surprised. This man is completely drunk and he still manages to make a meal for the both of us.