"So, what do you think? Can a few of these get done before the end of the day?" "Yeah, if you give a little hand. My friend here and I can get a lot done before the end of the day." "Well, okay. Tell me what I will need to do, and we can get started," asked Ava. "Well, not too much. Can you just take a seat on the couch? You would be of great help if I kept watching you as I work," explained Ben, smirking. "Oh, yeah. Alright. I can sit right there on that couch," pointed Ava. "But you don't get paid for your work. You gaze at me all the time, and after you're done, you just snooze off. Does that work for you?" "I will take the pay." "Well, good then. You can start in the bedroom. And please don't touch where you're not supposed to." "You've been clear, miss," replied Edgar as they both headed inside Ava's bedroom. They moved a couple of things out of the way, cleaned and patched up the tiny holes. Ava, however, was in the living room, sipping a beer as she watched them work thr

"Wow, this looks delicious." "My mom taught me how to make it. I don't know what she called it, but I call it dinner." "What? Hehe." Chuckled Ava, taking a seat on the couch as Kara passed her a plate of food. "Are you planning on heading back home? You need to make amends with your father." "I don't want to talk about that, please." "Alright. Then this Martha friend. Who is she?" "Oh, she's my friend. We went to kindergarten together. We've been friends forever." "Yeah. Have you ever thought of her as a woman, like someone who attracts you?" Inquired Ava. "No, never. She's very pretty, quite a catch, but not my type." "Is she interested in women?" "Why ask so much?" Questioned Kara curiously. "Just want to know." "Yeah, she is interested in women. She came out and got into trouble, but now she's a lesbian, out of the closet." "What happened when she came out?" "The next morning, she appeared beaten up." "Who would do that?" Inquired Ava in worry. "We all thought her mot

"I think we should leave," snapped Kara, placing her napkin on the table. "Sure, as you wish. Excuse me, sir," called Ava to the waiter who had served them. "Yes, Miss Sinclair?" responded the gentleman. "The bill, please," answered Kara. "Yes, Miss," said the waiter, heading back to the counter and then handing Ava the bill book. "Here is your bill, Miss." "Thank you," responded Ava, as Kara took the bill book from her. "I'm paying for this," chuckled Kara, taking money from her bag and placing it in the book. "Here you go," she said, handing the waiter the bill book. "That wasn't fair. I love paying for my bills," complained Ava, getting up from her seat. "I love paying as well. Maybe next time we'll split it in two?" proposed Kara. "No, I don't want that either." "Okay then. Next time you pay. The next time I do." "Maybe? I don't know," responded Ava, as they both walked towards the car. They got in and set off back home. The house had yet to be fully furnished, and ever

"What are you going to do about it?" inquired Martha from Ava. "Nothing," answered she. "Well, he will have to talk to me and tell me why," said Kara. "You're not serious, are you?" Ava smacked Kara towards Kara. Just as they were continuing their argument, the bell rang, calling them back to class. During the lecture, Kara sat quietly in the back and glanced at Martha and Ava, who kept flirting throughout the class. Martha had her seat right beside Ava, which made Kara uncomfortable. She felt replaced and hated the thought of Ava trying to get Martha's attention. By the end of the lecture, Kara was upset and hardly said a word to them. They took their bags and headed out. Ava realized that they had left Kara behind. "Should we go Halloween shopping?" inquired Ava, gazing at Kara, who was lost in thought. "Yeah, I think it's a good idea. I would love to join you if you don't mind," Martha pointed out to Ava. "Sure." "What?" Kara eventually replied, having felt left out. "Goin

"How many times do I need to apologize to you, Kara?" asked Ava as they arrived at the cottage. "I didn't ask for any apology, Ava. I just don't get it. Well, maybe I do, but I don't know why I still feel like you're pulling me in and pushing me away at the same time, trying to get me to date just anyone," exclaimed Kara, visibly frustrated. "That wasn't my intention, though. I want you to feel happy, like the way you used to be before you started developing feelings for me," Ava mentioned, gazing softly into Kara's eyes. Kara returned the gaze, and they both entered the house. Kara settled on the couch. "I'm really hoping I can get over the feelings I have for you, Ava. I pray it's just a passing infatuation because if it's not, you and I might not be friends anymore." "Are you serious about this?" asked Ava, sitting down next to Kara. "I'm very serious. I think staying away from you would be the best decision, the better choice. I don't want to get hurt by the fact that you're