Callmekevin

So you've had a bad day

\\You\\

Well today was shit. That's the biggest understatement of the Century. Okay maybe not, but it's still been a tough day so I deserve to be able to pity myself.
I got onto the bus and curled up towards the window, watching the raindrops fall. Pitting them against each other... Betting on which one make it to the bottom first. Stupid I know. But I need anything to distract myself from my thoughts right now.

I keep replaying the last few days over in my head, my mind filling with all the conversations, well the shouting and then the crying. Then nothing. It's a sensory overload, I feel my stomach turning and there's fuck all I can do now. I lean over and spill out my guts, vomiting all over the guy next to me's shoes. Charming Y/N. Real classy for 3pm on the back of a bus. Luckily for him all I've had today is coffee, so that's a plus right?

"Shit I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I-"

"What the fuck was that for?! For fecks sake!"
His eyes stared straight at me, filled with anger. We made eye contact and I felt a lump in my throat. His demeanor made me feel so small and insignificant, as if I didn't already hate myself. I wanted to bite back at him but it's my fault that he's mad so I took a deep breath and tried to fix things.

"As I said I'm so so sorry. If you give me your address I'll order a new pair of sneakers to your place I-"

"Fine it's..." He started talking so fast I kept repeating his address in my head while trying to type it into my phone. I really fuck everything up don't I. Ugh what an amazing day.

"Thank you, again I'm really sorry I didn't mean to puke on your shoes. I've just-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence before he'd got up and starting leaving the bus.

"Wait! Hey I'm sorry! I don't even know your name" but it was too late, he'd already got off. Shit. Now I have to hand deliver the new shoes. That'll go down a treat I'm sure.
By now just about everyone else's eyes were set onto me, as if I couldn't feel any worse about myself. Guess I was getting off at the next stop then...

I headed straight to the nearest sports shop, picking out a replacement pair of sneakers for him. I know he can just clean his current pair, but I want to make things right. However angry he was at me, I felt it was the best thing to do.
He's got expensive taste clearly, I thought staring down at my beaten up vans. I forgot a pair of brand new Nike's can easily set you back €100.

Nice one Y/N.

I paid... Kinda reluctantly, having to convince myself yet again that being a good person was more important... Even if it meant I was living off whatever food was in my cupboards for the next while. Which I knew at the back of mind was absolutely nothing.

I gave the bus a pass and decided it might be better to walk. Plus I was now officially broke so instead I tried convincing myself that the hour and a half walk would do me some good.
Then the rain started... Pathetic fallacy, gotta love it. If there is a God he must be having quite the laugh at me right now. I don't blame him though, recently my life's been a bit of a joke. I lost my job and my boyfriend left me for the new waitress... Did I mention my boyfriend was my boss. Yeah. Not a great choice on my part but you don't really get to choose who you fall for, at least that's what I tell myself.

In true Irish fashion it was starting to get dark by 5.30pm. The perks of winter I shrugged to myself, knowing that the walk home would be super fun and totally not stressful at all, being a woman walking home alone. I walked up the drive to his house, if he chose to give me the right address that was. Oh well, whoever answered was going to get a lovely new pair of sneakers.
*Knock*
Nothing. Nice, I guess I'm waiting around for him to come home then. Maybe one more try...
*Knock*