mommy issues ➶︎ flamingo

chapter six - obligation

-monday, may 17th

-irl

-warnings: none

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POV ; luna {first person}

It wasn't long before Chloe was helping me pack my clothes for two weeks in Florida, and telling me how to hit on a guy completely experience-wise.

I'm not very surprised, considering how excited she was about the whole situation when I told her about it.

Also, Chloe and I established that she could take care of Milo when I was gone, and Albert and I established that he would let me use his office to make videos while I was away from my own.

It was so weird.

It was weird, that feeling of getting up early in the morning with little to no sleep, preparing for a long trip to a vacation destination, or a field trip in elementary school. When I woke up the morning of my flight, I felt that exact same feeling.

Except, I'm a 21 year old girl who lives alone and works in an office.

Fun.

I called an Uber to take me to the local airport. Since my flight was only going to be 4 hours long, there were more direct flights than connecting flights available, so I didn't have to go to the airport further away from me.

Of course, they cost more, but Albert loved to save me the struggle of a connecting flight.

It wasn't long before the Uber got to my house. I said my goodbyes to Milo, and got my keys from the counter placed beside the front door, soon walking out of it.

I teared up a bit. I'm not sure why.

I'm a pretty sensitive person, but I do NOT cry in front of other people. Like, not even if I'm really pissed. So it happens very rarely. I always wait until I'm by myself, it's been a constant thing for a while.

When I'm about to get into my Uber driver's car, I'd consider it a pretty bad moment to start crying.

I hopped into the front seat of this guy's car, putting my luggage into the back prior. "Hey there, you're going to the Newport News airport, right?" the guy asks. He had short, dirty blonde hair and a partially muscular figure. He was wearing blue tinted sunglasses.

He actually seemed a bit gross.

"Umh, yup!" I answered shortly after, examining the facial features I could see, and what the guy had on. His obvious blue shades, aside from it being pretty cloudy outside, a grey Nike tshirt, and black shorts.

Okay, maybe he's grosser than I thought.

"Alrighty," he replied. I didn't even notice him speak at all until after the car had started moving, and the monitor on his car had started to beep.

"You might wanna put your seatbelt on."

"Fu— crap, sorry," I breathed, trying not to cuss this guy out. Reputation is pretty common in Virginia, especially when you live in a small part of it.

I heard a soft chuckle come from him as he glanced at me quickly, before putting his attention back on the road.

I quickly put on my seatbelt, catching a few more glances from the guy before he stopped once my seatbelt had been buckled.

"So, where are you off to?" he asked. I wondered for a moment if Uber drivers were even allowed to ask that kind of stuff. I mean, this guy is existing near me for only the complete and utter purpose of taking me to my destination.

Or, maybe I'm just not a conversations type girl.

"Florida. To see some friends," I smiled awkwardly, the pure obligation of having to make the facial expression ate me up inside every time I came across it.

"Oh, that's fun," he smiled back, it seemed like he had the same obligation lingering inside of him, fueling the smile that was currently tugging on his lips.

I mean, he basically wished it on himself. If he would've just kept the fuck quiet and not said a word to me while driving apart from clarifying where I was going, we wouldn't even be in this situation.

But noo, this guy had  to go and be all polite and try to start small talk with me. I hate small talk. Talking about something neither people participating in the conversation are actually interested in out of pure and utter obligation.

Obligation. People do a lot of things out of obligation, which is pretty disappointing to think about.

I found the word replaying in my head while this guy drove down the Virginia Beach highways. I thought about how many aspects of life the word obligation could be applied to.

Almost every aspect of life, except one or two.

One of them, this dude wasn't driving me to the airport out of obligation. He wanted the money. There's a fine line between doing something pridefully and doing something mercifully.

I mean, I can't really blame him, though. He has no coordination with me whatsoever, nor would I really like him to.

I soon tried to apply the word to my situation with Albert. Did he invite me to Florida out of obligation? Did he just think I'd get pissed if he told me 5 of his other friends were going to see him?

It's none of my business. He shouldn't have to feel that way. I mean, if he does, anyway. Which is pretty likely—

"Alrighty! We've arrived."

The driver's voice startled me as it pulled me out of the thought maze I got stuck in. "Oh— uh, thank you," I smiled, quickly taking $30 out of my wallet and handing it to him as a tip. Whatever, I could be particularly nice for once.

I didn't end up sticking around for his reaction, as I just stepped out of the car, got my luggage and walked into the airport. I wasn't about to miss this flight for anything, even if it was out of obligation that I was even given the ticket.

Plus, I wanted to have time to go to Starbucks before my flight started boarding. 

— authors note —

hiya, how'd u like chapter 6?

good? great? amazing? awesome?

yeah i know i'm such a great writer

okay ima head out now but pls pls take ur meds and eat and drink pls pls plssssssss

ilysm !! <3

— jack cult 🦩🔥