Chapter-2 Burden

"Oh, she was kissing my lips with her own." He responded by taking another bite of his food. which immediately overwhelms Lucifer, fortunately, the sip was already down his throat. Otherwise, he'd have to clean the carpet as well.

"What made you do that?" Lucifer inquired, his eyes widening. "You betrayed her."

"I didn't," Chris corrected. "We were in public, to be sure, but we didn't even go to that stage."

"Oh my goodness, Chris. Put up your hands. "But why did you kiss her?" He inquired, intrigued.

"Well, she asked me for a quick way to burn some fat off her face because her face isn't chiseled enough. So I made a joke about kissing burning calories and fat on the cheeks. It was just a joke, okay?" Chris said this while scratching the back of his head and awkwardly looking around.

"Then?" Lucifer inquired, taking another bite of his leftover noodles. Man, it tastes bland, but his interesting story adds spice to it.

"Then she smirked and asked why I hadn't helped her try that method," Chris said as he sipped his drink.

"And what did you do?" In disbelief, Lucifer inquired,

"Of course, my boss has said that a good gym instructor will assist his clients with any exercise they request." Otherwise, we won't receive our Christmas bonus." He finished his meal while shrugging his shoulders.

"Can you get any more righteous than that?" So she's now your girlfriend. Why?" He also requested that he take the last bite of his food.

"What can I say, she felt good, Mary had already left, so I was single as well, and Vivian had just asked herself to be his boyfriend." I can't deny and break her heart like a good boy. Overall, it was a good deal," he said as he slid the plates into the sink. "I made them, so you'll have to clean them."

"Sure, sure," Lucifer said as he walked towards the sink. "Have you ever considered falling in love, Chris?" He inquired as he washed the pan and plates.

"Whoa, man, I'm only twenty-three." There is still a long way to go." He said this while putting his hand on the packet and pulling it out. "The apartment committee is organising a Christmas programme and has requested $60 from each apartment." "Please see the attached notice." When he wiped his hands with a towel, he said, handing him the note.

"Yeah, another bill, man." I'm sick of paying these bills. I can't seem to get a check right now. I already have a lot of expenses to cover. Even though Sofi is coming, I applied for work during the holidays. I wanted to buy her a new gown. I haven't bought her any new clothes in a long time." He said this while kicking a nearby chair and running his head through his hair.

"Says the man in the almost faded shirt that looks white instead of blue," Chris said, pointing to his clothes.

He simply shook his head and sat on the chair, allowing his head to fall with a bang.

"Then why don't you try earning money in other ways?" Chris suggested, taking the other chair.

"Like?" he inquired, his tone dejected. He was more disappointed that he wouldn't be able to buy new clothes for his sister than for himself.

Chris looked at his friend, who had gone from being a bubbly and smiling boy to a sad and gloomy man. His dark circles, as well as his tired body, were evidence of his sleepless nights.

"Why don't you try for a paying guest?" he suggested as he picked up the cushion that had fallen from his kick.

"You're forgetting that I live in a one-bedroom apartment." "I don't have an extra room." He was perplexed and raised his head.

"You could tell them you're looking for a roommate." Sharing a room with a boy will have no effect on you. Because you are rarely at home.

And if they refuse, you can sleep on the sofa here. By the way, where do you sleep now?

"When was the last time you slept in the room?" he asked, flicking his brow.

"Hmmm, that's a good idea." "How about Sofi?" He inquired, his brow furrowed.

"Oh, please, she only comes twice a month on Sunday." That equates to only two days per month. She'll be fine in the hall. But if you're not comfortable with it, don't do it. She is permitted to have a

Amanda, her next-door neighbour, hosted a sleepover. It's not going to be a big deal. She is also welcome to stay at my house. I'm also her big brother." Chris responded while standing. "Think about it. Okay, it's late, I'm leaving, good night."

"Good night, Chris." Standing up and closing the door, Lucifer said.

"Well, that appears to be a good idea." Lucifer mumbled as he lay back on the sofa, quickly falling asleep.

The next day, he awoke without opening his eyes to a phone call. He reached for the phone and picked it up. "Hello," he said, still sound asleep.

"Good morning, Lucifer. "Are you still asleep?"

"Good morning, Sofi, I'm just waking up." "Can you tell me the time?" He said this while yawning and shuffling on the sofa.

"Oh, it's already 8 o'clock." "I thought you had an 8:30 shift."

"What?" he exclaimed as he sat on the sofa, laughing at the alarm clock on the side table. He had forgotten to put it on. He smacked it on his head, and a thump was heard.

"Don't worry, you still have time. Prepare yourself. I'll contact you later." He yelled just as she was about to call.

"No, don't do it; I'll put the phone on speaker." You don't call me very often these days." He said this after waking up, rinsing his face in the sink, and starting the shower.

"Oh, I called you to let you know. I won't be able to return home before Christmas. We have winter exams before we go on vacation, and..." "And I miss you," she stuttered.

He hurriedly dressed and responded, "You need fees after exams, right?" He is well aware of his hesitation.

But it's not like she was asking for money to be thrown away. She hadn't asked for a single thing girls use in the previous five years.

She sighed deeply and replied in a barely audible voice, "Yes." She felt she was too much of a burden on her brother.