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Chapter 26: Pardon Me, I'm Just Going to Cry in the Shower

Chapter 26: Pardon Me, I'm Just Going to Cry in the Shower

       The moment I sit down at the kitchen table, I rest my arms and head on top of it, trying to get a few moments of shut eye before my mom is done making lunch. School is starting up tomorrow so this might be the last day Mom makes big lunches for all of us since Dorothy will be back at school.

       Mom also said she might continue making lunch for me since I can't stand for too long, so it would be difficult for me to make pretty much anything. I could always order food, but I was currently broke since I didn't have a job, nor could I hold one right now.

       "You know, you might not be as tired at lunch if you went to sleep at a decent hour," Mom said. "And don't say you did. I had to use the washroom at four in the morning and when I passed your room, I could hear your TV."

       I didn't reply, mainly because I didn't want to tell Mom why I was still up at four. Sure, I was binging a show, but I could have stopped it at any time to go to bed. I just couldn't fall asleep so I decided to watch TV to keep myself entertained throughout the night.

       The reason I couldn't fall asleep was kind of... I don't know, dumb, I guess? It was because I had gotten so used to sleeping beside Sawyer that I couldn't handle not sleeping beside him. I shouldn't be so dependent on him, though. He should be able to sleep wherever he wanted without me being difficult about it.

       Though, it might be because we were in a weird place right now that made it difficult. When he was on tour and I was home, I was able to fall asleep somewhat easily. At least better than I had been now.

       Mom finished making lunch, so she told me to sit up so she could set my plate in front of me. As she was doing so, Dorothy got a good look at my face and said, "Jamie, you look sad."

       "Dorothy," Mom said in a warning tone.

       "What?" Dorothy asked, clearly not understanding what Mom was trying to get at since she continued asking me questions. "Is it because Sawyer doesn't stay in this house anymore?"

       She was right, but I really didn't want to talk about it. I wouldn't call what Sawyer and I were going through 'a fight', but it was weird to go through whatever it was. We were doing fine then all of a sudden, we weren't. We weren't even talking about it which I think just made things worse.

       Mom knew I didn't want to talk about it so she changed the subject by asking Dorothy if she was excited to go back to school tomorrow. Dorothy was a social butterfly so she absolutely loved everything that gave her a chance to be social. School included. So she was excited to talk about all of her friends she could see again and everything she could do at school.

       As we were all eating our lunch, the front door suddenly opened. Since we were living in the Birch family's guest house beside their house, they all had access to this house. They didn't come in often without being invited; only when they had to fix something in here or something was delivered to one of us but was sent to the main house.

       The latter was the reason why Sawyer walked into the house and into the kitchen where we were. "This was delivered to our house," he said, holding a box of expensive looking chocolates. "It's for Jamie."

       I furrowed my eyebrows as Sawyer dropped the box on the table. I wasn't the only one confused about this since my sister asked, "Who would send you chocolates?"

       I shrugged, but there was an envelope attached to it. I grabbed it and opened it, taking out the letter inside to read it. 

Jamie,

I remember you saying how much you wanted to try these chocolates so I figured I would get them for you since you're been doing extremely well at your therapy. Think of this as a celebration! I wanted to bake you my family's brownies, but my grandma said no because you threatened to steal the recipe one day :( But I thought these chocolates would do! I'm glad you're doing a lot better.

From,
Beau

PS. Lulu says hi and she's also mad because I didn't buy her chocolates.

       I smiled at how thoughtful my friend was. Beau was seriously one of the sweetest people I had ever met. He didn't have to get me anything just because my speech and physical therapy were going well, but he thought I deserved something anyway.

       I grabbed my cell phone to send Beau a text, thanking him for the chocolates and also reaffirming that I really was going to steal the brownie recipe one day. His grandmother wouldn't be able to stop me.

       "So who's it from?" Sawyer asked. I just shrugged in reply, not really in the mood to talk to him since apparently, he didn't want to talk to me unless it was to deliver chocolates someone sent me. If Beau didn't send me chocolates, Sawyer probably wouldn't have come over just to say hi or to see how I was doing.

       Sawyer didn't press me for an answer. He just turned around and left the house without another word.

       The moment the front door closed, Mom sighed heavily. "Jamie..."

       "What?" I asked.

       "He's trying."

       I snorted. He definitely wasn't trying. He wouldn't talk to me. Did he expect me to make the first move in whatever argument we were having when I was still learning to talk again? And if he was trying, he would have at least told me why he was supposedly mad. 

       I wouldn't really consider all of that as 'trying'. 

       Okay, maybe I didn't have to be petty and not tell him who the chocolates were from but I couldn't help him. I was mad at him for being mad at me so I was going to be petty over it.

       "Can I have some chocolate?" Dorothy asked.

       "No," I said. 

       Dorothy scowled. "You're so mean."

       "So who is it from?" Mom asked. "Or do you really not know?"

       "It's from B-Beau," I said, handing Mom the card so I wouldn't have to fully explain why he sent me chocolates. Unless this was all a cover and he was secretly in love with me. Who wouldn't be? I was amazing.

       Mom read the card, smiling softly. "Awe, that was sweet of him. Maybe you can learn from him?"

       "Huh?"

       "You know a good way to make up from a fight? Chocolates."

       I was silent for a bit, letting Mom's word sink in. "You want m-me to send Sawyer cho... chocolates? I didn't do anyth-thing."

       "Is that what Sawyer thinks, though?" Mom asked. "You need to communicate."

       "He needs to commun... talk," I said. 

       "A lot of reasons why couples have a downfall is the lack of communication," Mom continued.

       I ignored her. She should tell Sawyer that. If he wanted to talk, I would gladly talk. But clearly he didn't so why should I be the one to make an effort?

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i have a scene coming i planned for soooooo long but never got around to writing it. it was even going to be in rural but i never really found a place for it to fit so it will be in here lol.

anyway i want a beau, thank you.