He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 73: Lads to the Rescue

In the morning the next day I woke up and found that during the night I appeared to have used my laptop as a cushion and the fan has impressed grid lines onto my face that hadn't left by the time I did.

I thought I'd make myself a bit of toast, I don't keep a fresh loaf of bread because that much is wasted on one person but I keep a loaf in the freezer and toast slices when I need it. I burnt it. Poured myself a cup of juice, spilled it. Put my cup in the sink and broke it.

Not my day, I thought as I stared at the broken shards in the sink, too big to flush down the drain.

I sighed as I picked them out individually. "You're such a weak piece of shit." I insulted it.

When Gift came he'd have made a fuss about that, and worse about me swearing, he was funny about that. I mean surely if I'm not swearing with the intention of offending someone it's fine to swear. I mean most of the time I am but come on. It was going to be weird having him around but I almost couldn't wait.

The biggest piece slipped in my hand before I reached the bin and I automatically grabbed it to keep it in my hand sliced myself good.

I cringed, hissing, dropped the glass in the bin and picked the rest up with a tissue to put in the bin then turned the tap on and ran my hand under the water.

I was properly late now and the table was mucky with juice and I couldn't be fucked to do anything about it. Running water directly on the cut made it sting so I stopped and tried to wrap a tissue that was too small for my hand around it.

Then my phone rang.

I scrambled for it.

[ M o m . . .  C a l l i n g ]

I accepted.

"Mom?"

"Hi Pet."

"Hi mom." I replaced the tissues haphazardly, trying not to smile. "How are you, how's work going?"

"Good my love. I'm doing everything around here. You are good then?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, glancing at the tastefully charred toast, spilled juice and bleeding hand.

"That's good to hear."

"So you're returning on-" We spoke at the same time.

"Because I have to-" 

"Huh?"

"I have to extend my stay here until work with this client is finished so I'm glad you're doing okay."

There was a weird ache in my chest I patted it trying to figure out where it was coming from. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm happy Gift is coming to keep an eye on you."

"Yeah, so not to study English culture then." I scoffed.

"I'm sad I won't get to meet him when he arrives, but you'll make him feel welcome yes?"

My chest ached louder, I ignored it. "Will do mom."

"Okay I have a lot to do but we can talk tonight on facetime if you want."

"Sure."

"Bye bye love."

"Bye."

The phone beeped and I set it back down on the counter, a little puddle of my blood collecting next to it.

I was sad. Why was I sad? I didn't understand what was going on here with me. Did I expect more? Even if she was extending her stay she could have kept asking questions about me and that. I knew if I told her she'd tell me she had to go and I'd feel like an idiot for it.