Going Out

Kendal

I called in on Monday and moped around the house, sleeping off and on until the sun set and another day was officially over. I'd planned to do the same the next day, but the sound of someone banging on my front door at seven in the morning said otherwise.

"I'm coming. Shit." I grabbed a pair of sleeping pants and pulled them over my legs before stumbling down the hall. The last few days had been a blur and not the good kind. I was pretty sure I'd kissed Dana in my living room after Mandy's funeral and then told her we were nothing more than friends, but maybe not. My daydreams were starting to mix with my reality and I wasn't doing so good at telling which way was up.

Damon gave me a cocky look as I opened the door. "You look like shit. Get dressed. We're going to breakfast."

"No. I'm not hungry." I growled as he moved past me, hitting me with his shoulder.

"Don't care. I'm hungry and it's your turn to buy. Get dressed or I'll fucking dress you myself."

"This I gotta see." I cl