𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝟬𝟬𝟰: CONVERSATION[ Mid December of 2020 ]
Days turned to weeks, and Bobby kept drinking orange juice till there was no more. Fortunately, Helen kept buying him more, which made Bobby happy. He didn't know he could find happiness within orange juice, but he just had.
Everyone in his household—though they didn't say it out loud—thought he had an obsession with orange juice, which was merely false.
Just because all he talked about was orange juice and everything he wore was orange didn't mean he has an obsession. It was simply something he enjoyed. He thought about the time Annabeth had asked him if he was okay; Bobby was fantastic when he had juice.
So, he was currently not fantastic because he had just finished his last and fifth cup of orange juice. (It was the sixth bottle he drank in a week.) Bobby promised it wasn't an obsession—Orange Juice was just tasty.
Anyways, because Bobby was so used to a full glass of juice that an empty glass made him sad. Bobby preferred glasses of sugary deliciousness more than empty ones.
Fortunately, mommy was buying food for the week, and she agreed to get him orange juice after Bobby had begged her to. Bobby couldn't wait when mommy arrived home, and he would see that cute, perfect bottle that was always in his dream. It might seem like a joke, but it was true.
No one could outshine orange juice, and Bobby knew that, unlike everyone else. They all thought of him as weird, but Bobby considered himself to be someone with good taste because he was.
"Hey, Bobby," Said Annabeth, walking into the dining room, and asked, "Is Helen home yet? I need to tell her that Thalia is arriving on—Bobby?"
"Huh?" Asked Bobby, snapping his attention away from the empty glass and looking at Annabeth, he said, "You were saying something about Thalia coming to New York?"
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