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Chapter Thirty-Eight - Fell In Love With No Parachute On

We pushed, we pulled like sumo, skinny-dipped and kissed on the pool floor,

Too busy fucking, didn't keep score, now the only thing we bang are closed doors,

Banging closed doors,

We're on a bad trip but I'll never admit that I'm losing my grip,

Over no this can't be done, rewind before the credits run,

Closer on the tip of my tongue, fell in love with no parachute on,

-AM!R, "Parachute,"

***

Veronica

I feel a small groan make its way past my lips as I slowly get up from the bed I pad my way across the cool hardwood floor exitting the room quietly I naviagte the short distance to the kitchen, I wrap my hand around the plastic white rod weakly pulling it open, my eyes narrow as I'm hit with the bright orange tinted light as I attemp to scour the icebox for something to eat, my eyes scan each item individually as I rack my brain and attempt to judge them on wheather they'd make me vomit or not based on the look and what I remember their flavor to be soley from memory, I sigh having passed on nearly every item in the small refridgerator until my eyes fall on the butter tub, I think for a second before safely clearing the item as one that could stay in my stomach for longer than three minutes, I reach in wrapping my arms around the container I pull it to my chest shivering gently as the cold radiates onto my exposed skin, placing the plastic tub on the conuter I search for a fork before peeling the top off of the bowl, I smile sticking my fork into the butter tub, I poke a piece of fragrant meat and stuff it in my mouth, exhaling with relief after I've swoallowed my bite and don't feel as if I'm about to expell the entire contants of my stomach, I slowly climb onto one of the stools securing the blanket which covers my partly nude body as I continue to eat from the tupperware, my eyes close as I lazily chew sighing with contenment every few seconds, 

"Babe?" I hear a raspy voice call out, followed by a pair of strong arms securing around my figure,

"Hmm?" I mumble through a mouthful, 

"What are you doing?" Mike asks as his eyes travel between me and the bowl which sits on the counter, 

"Eating," I mumble taking another bite,

"Cold ropa veija?" he queries with a raised eyebrow, 

"Yep, it's delicious by the way," I smile pecking his cheek, he lets out a small chuckle pulling me back into his chest, 

"So you're feeling better? You're not nauseous anymore?" he asks, I shrug in response as I proceed to chew yet another bite of meat, 

"So is that all you'll have for breakfast or?" he questions as his eyes fall on the clock, I close my eyes inhaling deeply as I swallow searching my mind for any sort of food that could possibly sound appetizing at the moment, 

"Do you happen to have goldfish?" I ask, 

"Like the crackers?" he asks, 

"Hmm," I nod in response as I gulp down half of a water bottle, 

"Yeah I'm sure there's some in the cabinets," he says,

"And pickles?" I query further,

"You hate pickles," he reminds me with knitted eyebrows,