Takashi and Toryn met each other when they were five.
Became best friends at ten.
Were inseparable by time they were fifteen.
Built an indestructible bond at twenty.
And now at the age of twenty five, after twenty years of friendship, due to the...
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THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN, allowing Toryn to greet Samir at the front door with slightly red misty eyes. She sniffled and opened the door wider for him to step inside. As soon as she closed the door, she jogged back up the stairs to her bedroom.
Samir furrowed his eyebrows, but took his shoes off by the door. He then slowly walked up the stairs behind her, thinking that was invitation to come up. They've been texting back and forth for a couple of months and Toryn was finally comfortable enough to let him come to her house. It was a bit of a bold move for her, but she wasn't too unprepared; she had a pocketknife wrapped in tissue under one of her pillows in case she was in danger.
Samir stood by the door, holding a black plastic bag with a medium sized brown paper bag inside. He looked around her room noticing the setup. White walls and bubble gum pink carpet. Toryn didn't strike him as the deep girly girl type. Posters and colorful girly portraits of flowers or families under the sun set were up on her walls.
Toryn plopped down on her bed, going back to the homework she had been doing before Samir rang the bell. He cleared his throat, making Toryn look up at him. "Uh...you okay? Did I come at a wrong time?" He turned back to her open bedroom door, "I can just—"
"No it's okay, I was just watching this talk show earlier and it started getting to me. This guy had a new girlfriend and he was bragging to the audience about abusing her. He was like 'I hit it, oh you should see me, I be hitting it all the time,' I hate his world. Who feels happy about hurting someone?"
Samir pressed his lips into a thin line to try and stifle his laugh, but Toryn still heard him. She looked over at him from on the bed, crossing her arms over herself and narrowing her eyes in disbelief. "Are you serious? You think someone hurting someone their suppose to love is funny?"
Samir couldn't help the little laugh that escaped his lips. "Toryn are you serious?"
Toryn had never been so appalled before. Maybe inviting him over was a bad idea. She clenched her fists and held her head high. "You were really nice the last time but now your not. If you think abuse if funny then we can't hang out...and I think you should leave."
"Toryn, sweetheart. When someone says they hit it, their just referring to sex. The guy meant that he fucks her. Not that he physically harms her. It's just a phrase."
Toryn felt really embarrassed, she immediately looked away and back down at her homework. She was so stupid, maybe she should have looked some stuff up online so she could speak more like the normal teenagers did.
"May I?" Samir asked, pointing inside her room.
Toryn quickly nodded her head and Samir stepped inside.
"Feel free to close my door, I have the air conditioner on. It'll keep the cool air inside." Toryn said.
Samir closed the door and travelled over to her vanity, resting his thin sweater on top. He walked over to her and pulled a brown paper bag of Dunkin' Donuts out. "Do you want a bagel? I have one cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese and a plain bagel with cream cheese."
