Little Lyra and You

Chapter Two: Dealing With Company

As you hear your door click shut from down the hall, you grasp the knob of your door and turn it. It swings open on a set of creaky hinges giving the door kind of a creepy feel. On the other side of the door stood Chris and John, both with wide grins on their faces, probably because of the surprise on yours.

“Well, are you gonna make us wait out here in the rain?” Chris asked breaking the silence.

“Uhh, sure. C’mon in guys.” You say stepping aside. Chris was a tall, muscular man with a shaved head and bright blue eyes while John was more like you in stature though you were a bit taller than John.

As John walks in, you close the door and follow them into the kitchen. As Chris step into the kitchen, he immediately sets down his bag which he had been carrying on his shoulder and taking great care not to bang against anything. ‘Can’t believe I forgot about game night.’ You scold yourself.

“Hey man, you listening?” Chris says waving his hand in front of your face. You shake your head, clearing your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry Chris, just zoned out a bit.” You say rubbing the back of your neck. Chris looks at you dubiously before continuing.

“So, like I said. I did this guy a favor and guess how he repaid me?” Chris asked, his hand resting on the zipper of the bag he had brought in.

“Dude, I swear if you brought drugs into my app-” You begin.

“Oh no, nothing that good. But pretty damn close.” He says unzipping the bag and pulling out two small plastic cases and handing them to both John and yourself. You eyes Chris suspiciously in memory of the last time he gave you a small plastic case and it had ended with you chasing him down the street with a sausage. That was a bad day.

He eagerly motions for you to open the case, a strange smile adorning his face. You shrug and pop open the case to reveal the contents and nearly drop it. Inside the small plastic case was a brand new copy of Grand Theft Auto Five. “No way.” You say shaking your head and examining the disk.

“See, told you I had a great surprise!” Chris said almost bursting with excitement.

“There’s no way this can be legit. It isn’t due for a release for a good six months still.”

“It’s a dev copy I, acquired.” He said. You shake your head and put the disc back in the case.

“And how did you ‘acquire’ this copy?” you ask glancing over at John who was virtually foaming at the mouth at the sight of the game.

“Well, I did a favor for Leroy and turns out his cousin works for Rockstar as a Art Designer, Like yourself.”

              "So my question is, how is this legal?" John asked butting in to the conversation.

              "The question you should be asking is, when do you get to play." Chris said nudging him with his elbow.

              "That's not what I'm asking at all." John said, killing the joke. Chris ignored him and looked to you. It was your home, and your Xbox.

              "What the hell." You say walking out of the kitchen and into the living room and flipping on the TV. Chris follows eagerly behind you as you put the disk in the tray. “You’re just a bit too excited about this.” You say to Chris as you close the tray and pick up the controller.

“Well I’ll be damned.” John says as the game pops up in the upper corner of the dashboard. You shrug and launch the game as Chris and John plop down on the couch next to you to watch the game play.

After about an hour of intense car crashes and shooting NPC’s with un textured guns, Chris stands up and picks up his bag. “Whelp, I gotta get goin fellas.” He says as you pause the game.

“Hey man, thanks for dropping by.” You say showing him out with John right behind you.

“No problem.” He says before turning to John. “Your place next week.” He says before opening the door and stepping into the damp evening.

“I gotta get home to, Fisher wanted me to do a bit of overtime tomorrow.” He says stepping out into the night.

“Alright man, see you on monday.’ You say before closing the door and sighing with relief. You rush back to your room and open the door. “Hey Lyra, they’re gone now.” You call into the room. When she doesn’t respond, you begin to get kind of worried.

“Lyra?” You call, scanning the room for any sign of her. Suddenly, you feel something small land on your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. You hold out your hand and she hops onto it. “Sorry about keeping you in here, I forgot about tonight.” You say. She shrugs and motions to her mouth. “Right, sorry.” You say putting her back on your shoulder and walking to the kitchen.

As you step onto the tile floor, Lyra hops off your shoulder and onto the counter and begins sniffing around. After thoroughly searching the counter tops she looks to you questioningly.

“What, are you looking for, these?” You say pulling the tray of cookies from behind your back. The cookies had finished while your friends were over so you had placed them in the pantry so they wouldn’t devour them. But that wasn’t going to stop Lyra.

Her small body coiled up like a spring and she jumped off the counter. Launching herself onto the platter of cookies and began tearing one apart. You watch in amusement as she begins tearing through the first of three rows of cookies.

But your amusement turns to amazement as she finishes off the last of the cookies and falls onto her back while holding her belly. “How?” You ask in confusion. The small horse in front of you had just eaten a total of thirty cookies in less that five minutes.

As if in response she lets out a small burp before closing her eyes and beginning to snore. You pick up the small green pony and carry her to your room. All the while wondering how in god’s name it was possible for such a small thing to eat that many cookies so quickly.