Chapter 33 - Death By Ammonia Isn't Favorable

                                    

                                          
Chapter 33 - Death By Ammonia Isn't Favorable
                          
“So,” Drew starts, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Can I sit by you? Is that okay?”
                          
“Yes, Drew, you can sit by me.” I tell him, chuckling even though I'm supposed to be mad at him. 
                          
Drew crosses the living room and plops down on the couch softly next to me. Not like, literally right beside me. He’s a few inches away from me, sitting on the other end of the couch. Out of my peripheral vision, I see him rubbing the palms of his hands thematically on his jeans. We sit in complete silence for a minute, the only sound is the faint cooing of Arianna and Jared’s voice upstairs, most likely playing with their new baby girl.
                          
“So,” I say, patting my hands on my knees absentmindedly. “Go ahead, say what you wanted to say.”
                          
“I’m sorry,” Drew sighs. “For a lot of things. I mean, like, I really hate fighting with you, you know?”
                          
“It’s not the most pleasant thing in the world,” I agree.
                          
“Then let’s stop.” He suggests.
                          
“Stop fighting?”
                          
“Yes, stop fighting. It sucks. I have to eat lunch with Reese and he asks me about you and it’s weird.”
                          
"Reese asks about me?” I incredulously repeat, crossing my arms.
                          
"All this week he’s been asking about you,” Drew nods. “It’s annoying.”
                          
“What does he even want? Last I checked, he’s the one who told me not to come crying to him.” I recall.
                          
"He just asks these weird personal questions about you. I never answer though,” He boasts.
                          
“Gee thanks,” I reply, reaching down and pulling off Arianna’s Jimmy Choo heels.
                          
“You don’t like him anymore, do you?”
                          
“Who?”
                          
“Logan, Sydney.”
                          
“Oh, no. No, no, no. I don’t like Reese anymore. I can’t believe I ever did. Bradley’s a much better kisser.”
                          
“Ah-“ Drew starts as he shifts uncomfortably.
                          
“Oh, God,” I say, slamming my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry, Drew, I didn’t mean to say that!” I cry.
                          
“It’s, erm, it’s fine, Sydney, don’t worry about it.”
                          
“Are you sure? I feel bad about saying that,” I mutter, my face a light shade of red.
                          
“I’m sure,” He chuckles, running his fingers through his thick shortish blonde hair.
                          
“This isn’t about Reese though, it’s about me apologizing for being so terrible to you on Sunday.”
                          
“Well,” I sigh. “Maybe I was a little mean to you too.” I supply. “Okay, I was really mean to you.” I admit.
                          
"Yeah, you were.” Drew agrees with a nod.
                          
“Hey!” I exclaim, raising an eyebrow.
                          
“What? You were. You told me you hate me and never wanna see me again.”        
                          
“Well, you called me a bitch,” I remind him.
                          
“You called me a dick.”
                          
“Because you were acting like one,” I retort, rolling my eyes.
                          
“Only because you were being mean,” He reasons.
                          
"With good reason, don’t you think?” I shoot back.