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"this house is so unnecessarily big," i said moving my wheelchair around the kitchen trying to make a sandwich.
"should've just ordered subway or sum," i said picking up my phone and going on the uber eats app but closed it instantly, "can't have people knowing where i live,"
even though i seemed so calm about what happened to me, i find that it's the easiest way to cope because if it wasn't for this calmness i would be extremely paranoid. i'm only paranoid to an extent so if it's not deante or kendra or my parents, no one is coming over here.
mei been asking to see me but i've been dubbing her since. i have bigger fish to fry; ion got time for a friendship that has no substance to me.
i was always a careful person when it came to letting people coming close to me. but clearly i failed judgment on mei-lee and tavares.
i missed sometimes. sometimes a lot. but that was my issue. i always focused on the good and never the bad, so now i'm taking both into consideration.
luca walked into the kitchen with a computer in his hand and airpods in his ears. he was working from home until i could be back on my feet again. so not only was he dealing with his shit, but he was also handling mine.
"i got your packages shipped out for you," he said kissing me on the head before going in the fridge.
"thanks," i said lowly beginning to get annoyed. i didn't like anyone else handling my stuff besides me but in this case that was impossible.
"oh shit, you need help?" he asked putting his computer down and coming over to me.
"i'm fine," i said rolling over to the other side of the counter trying to reach over so i can grab the bread. "rolling ray got it bad how he got all that time to troll people," i fussed.
"whatchu want in your sandwich?" he sucked his teeth grabbing the bread.
"i said it's fine," i went over to him and snatched it from him. i went the fridge and grabbed some salad, grilled chicken, cheese, chipotle south west sauce and sweet chilli sauce.
"where are the cucumbers?" i said staring into the fridge. he came and took it out the fridge and placed it on my lap. i then went over to the counter and realised i couldn't even make my sandwich cos it was so high up.
"why we had to move into a bigger house anyway?" i sucked my teeth.
"whatchu wanted to do? stay in your apartment so you could be paranoid everyday?"
"shit at least i can reach the counters and make a fucking sandwich,"
"if you need help ask. i'm standing right here ain't i?"
"ion wanna be a burden to you so i'm tryna do shit on my own but it's hard doing everything from this fucking chair," he sighed and came over to me and grabbed everything on my lap and put it on the counter.
"you want it toasted?" he asked me.
"yes please. put it in a baguette instead too," he nodded and made my sub for me.
"if you need any more help just ask. you not a burden to me and you still managing to do some shit in a wheelchair. most people can't even do shit so stop overthinking you doin good,"
"i know but still. i miss driving, handling my packages and stuff on my own. you got a whole business to run and now you're running mine,"
"i'm not running yours i'm just helping out with the shit you can't do. like drive." he said trying to make a straight face but ended up laughing.
"stop laughing ts not even funny," i mugged him.
"relax mama," he said crouching down to give me a hug, "you gon be out this anytime soon,"
"okay," i said nodding against his chest. he got up to finish making my sub for me then heated up a chocolate chip cookie for a lil bit before putting it on a plate and handing it to me. he gave me a bottle of water then rolled me into the living room.
"ima learn how to pop a wheelie on this bitch," i said going around in circles, "and do some donuts around the house," i really felt like them wheelchair basketball players. might play around and actually gets some gloves for em.
"you know when i'm done with it do i gotta give it back?" i asked luca who was on his computer.
"i don't know but ion want you to,"
"why?"
"you gon need something to get around the house once i'm done with you," he smiled.
"the doctor said i can't walk but i most definitely can feel,"
"whatchu tryna get into?" he asked me.
"what YOU tryna get into?" i asked back.
"naa. i got you when you can walk on both feet. i wanna hurt you,"
i sucked my teeth and rolled over to my speaker and switched it on changing it to bluetooth and connecting it to my phone.
"hey siri play gimme head by glo up," i said into my phone.
"i can't stand you bruh," luca said chuckling and getting up. he walked over to me and picked me up carrying me upstairs.
mission accomplished :).
- i don't even mind being meech's assistant atp. as long as i'm breathing the same air as him i'm content. the word 'rolling' had me cackling every time i typed it up 🤭 sorry ms egypt.
