Page 121 of Driftwood Daffodil

“You could’ve been hurt.”

He was hurt. Did Chuck not see the swelling in Memphis’s eye? I didn’t. I already had a plan for revenge, because that’s what best friends did.

Memphis sighed, “What did you expect me to do?”

“I don’t know,” Chuck threw his hands up in the air. “How about you let her deal with her own shit for once.”

As much as I would love to stand back and revel in the tension finally showing up in their relationship, Memphis was getting upset. The way his mouth twitched down told me it was time to break the ice.

So I stepped up and sang, “Do I sense trouble in paradise?”

Chuck’s glare locked on me. “This is all your fault.”

“What did I do?” Besides for finding the all powerful shirt of man stupidity.

“I hope you’re happy.”

I shook my head, “Not generally.”

I was more of the blah type.

“Chuck,” Memphis warned. “It’s not a big deal.”

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal? What if you were hurt worse?” Chuck cupped Memphis’s face and dropped his forehead on his. “I don’t know what I’d do.”

In most cases I would side with Memphis, but I was with Chuck on this one, which was something I was about to pointout when Memphis whispered, “Don’t worry I’m okay.” And they kissed.

I internally gagged.

Didn’t they know how to have a proper fight. No one was crying yet. Where were the thrown objects and emotional damage that would be ammunition for future arguments. How did they expect to have a healthy relationship if they refused to destroy each other?

I sighed and took a sip of my drink, “You guys make me sick.”

Chuck pulled his mouth off of my best friend and shot me a look, “You’re not my favorite person right now.”

“Am I ever your favorite person?”

It was a valid question, not that Chuck thought so. His chest heaved with a frustrated breath.

“Do you always have to be so difficult?” Memphis asked.

I was just about to retort his snide remark when a loud voice boomed through the air.

“That’s it burn!”

The eerie laugh that followed was coming from a small blonde standing with her arms wide in front of the roaring fire.

“The call is sent forth…”

Memphis and Chuck cocked a brow while I tipped my head at the bag of what appeared to be marshmallows tightly clasped in her hand.

“ALL HAIL THE DRAGON!”

Despite the fact that this chick was clearly crazy – or high out of her mind – everyone around her cheered to her call. “HAIL THE DRAGON!”

Chanting… check. Dancing around a fire… Check. This did not bode well for me.

I swung my eyes back to Memphis, “And you said this wasn’t culty.”

---