Peanut Butter

{Third Person}

Cheyenne heard a soft rapping on her bedroom door. She groaned and opened her eyes, quickly regretting it. It was so bright in her room with the blinds off the windows. When the hell was Eric coming over to hang up the new ones?

It'd been at least three weeks since he'd taken the blinds down, promising to replace them that weekend. But he'd been so flaky lately, focusing on the band, she'd probably have to hang them herself.

The knock came again.

"What?" she croaked, and opened one eye to peek at the door.

Cheyenne's best friend, Kayla, came in, shutting the door behind her.

"What time is it?" Cheyenne asked, flopping back against the pillow and closing her eyes to the attack of the too-cherry sunshine. Had she slept all day? She'd stayed up late going over the events of the night before in her head while listening to Janis Joplin records.

"It's eleven-thirty." Kayla said.

Yawning, Cheyenne pulled herself into an upright position.

Kayla joined Cheyenne on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed underneath her next to Cheyenne. She flipped her bangs away from her eyes as she asked

"Have you heard from Eric lately?"
Cheyenne thought back to last week. On Wednesday Eric had stopped by the house briefly to visit with her. Although the visit was short, she was pleased to finally be able to see Eric.

"Not really."

"Well, he called the house this morning- asking for you, of course." Kayla informed Cheyenne while pulling the blanket onto her bare feet to keep them warm.

"Get out." Cheyenne said, pointing to the door.

"He called at like, four though!" Kayla ignored Cheyenne's order to leave the bedroom.

"So?" no matter how exhausted Cheyenne felt, she couldn't help but wonder why Eric called so early. She already had the 'i don't care' attitude in this situation; she wasn't gonna tell Kayla she was curious.

"So? What if like, he needed your help!"

"With what? opening a jar of peanut butter?"

The image of Eric digging into a slightly empty jar of peanut butter with a spoon while sitting on the couch in sweat pants and watching 3 Stooges reruns appeared in Cheyenne's mind. She held back a smile; trying not to laugh.