This I Promise You Chapter 18
			Milk and Cookies
	Anya’s. That was the only place that I could run to. I tried calling her on my mobile phone but there was no answer. I was only hoping that she was fast asleep at home.       I rang the doorbell a couple of times but there was still no answer. Just my luck! She was out partying I guess. I didn’t feel like driving all night long, and I had no intention whatsoever to go home yet. I had to blow off steam for a while. And I’m sure that Mark didn’t do this on purpose. Sure, his explanations were too hard to believe in, but hey, I’ve heard alibis worse than that!       And so, I just took the comfort of the steps in front of Anya’s apartment, as pitiful as it may look. It was freezing, but I didn’t give a damn. I liked it here better on the steps instead of inside Mark’s stupid car.       I could suddenly hear footsteps rushing toward me and sure enough, it was Anya. ‘Toni! You could freeze to death out here!’ she said, as she quickly unlocked the door and ushered me inside. ‘What were you doing out there? Have you gone insane? It’s nearly 4 in the… oh gosh, Toni, what’s wrong?’ she asked me, her voice full of concern. You see, this was what I liked best about Anya. I’ve only met her a couple of months ago at a fashion show in Milan that Westlife attended at, but she made me feel as if we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. It was hard to believe that you could ever really get along with someone that easily. I thought it was just in the fairytales or something.       Anya quickly sat me down on the cozy sofa, and she turned up the heating system. She sat beside me and listened intently as I told her everything from the dinner I cooked and to the time that I got there on her steps.       ‘I… geez! How could he do that? Why that little creep!’ she fumed. Anya grew quiet for a while, and I knew she was deep in thought. ‘Well, there’s no use getting back at him for what he did, or you’ll spend the rest of your lives getting back at each other.’ She said, and I just had to smile. ‘Well, I’m sure there’s a perfect explanation for all of this.’ Anya said as she stood up. ‘But right now, I think the perfect solution at the moment is a tall glass of milk and a plateful of cookies!’ she continued as she walked over to the kitchen. And I guess she was right. There was nothing I could do about it, and crying would be totally useless anyway. I resolutely gave in to the idea of drowning my worries in milk and cookies.
				Chapter 19