incomplete | short story

5

           "D-don't touch me"

           "Oh..um, sorry"

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Meanwhile, her best friend still lay unconscious on her couch.

           "Uh- don't tell any of the guys that I.. yunno, helped you."

           "Y-yeah, okay"

His phone vibrated in his tight jean pocket. He took it out and his fingers tapped carelessly on the screen. His face grew hard and a slight crease was evident on his forehead.

           "Gotta go, Harry's pissed"

           "O-okay"

           "Oh and don't tell Harry's brother that I helped him, that would be- um, awkward."

He got up and made his way towards the door. Before she could close it after him, he blocked the door from closing.

           "Uh, y-yes?"

           "I found this- but don't tell Harry. Bye Jen"

           "Bye -"

In a blink of an eye, he was gone. But that didn't really matter- because she could talk, she had her dictionary, and that was all she really needed-

besides Marcel. She absolutely couldn't live without him either.