August:
What a dork. I found myself smiling a bit after he left yesterday. Ugh. he's basically forced to spend time with me, I shouldn't fool myself into thinking I could have made a friend, that's ridiculous. I'm not a child. I keep obsessively checking my bank account to make sure the bills came out, they haven't but checking every 5 minutes won't fix the issue. "Good Morning! Here's your breakfast!" he comes in basically singing, I chuckle. "You're a serious dork" "It's okay Gus, you just know you'll never be as cool as me" I'll hit him. he tried to strike a cool pose but it seriously failed.
This food looks so different from my usual meals. I had been trying to coupon because I'm always really tight on cash but I'm pretty bad at it. I usually have about $20 to buy food for the month. If you've ever bought groceries, you know that's not much for a month. I usually get the basics just to get by. But that budget goes towards household items as well, it fucking sucks.
There is a sandwich. A fruit cup, and a pudding cup. There's also some orange juice. Shit. I spent my whole monthly food budget on booze. Ugh. That's not a 'right now' problem anyway. "...there's no spoon..." where the hell is the spoon? "Yeah... about that... you can't have one" he looks to the floor, I look at him and squint "really?" "yeah..." "They do know I'm an adult, I can handle a plastic spoon." I sigh. Andrew walks over to me "you can turn the lid of the pudding cup into a spoon" he proceeded to take the lid off my pudding and fold it until it looked more dangerous than a real spoon. He's pretty close to me, I could reach out and punch him if I wanted. He smells like warm caramel and vanilla. "You smell like a department store" I chuckle. He gently punches my arm "that was rude" he sticks his bottom lip out like a child throwing a hissy.
I make it partway through my food when I notice Andrew has been sitting on his phone for probably 20 minutes. "You want my sandwich?" I offer. he looks up surprised "I'm not a fan of ham, I'd hate to waste it" I hold the plate out for him "are you sure, you should probably eat more than a fruit cup and pudding" "Hey, I had orange juice." he takes the plate while eyeing me "I don't usually eat that much anyway, gotta keep this figure" sarcasm is a coping mechanism at this point he chuckles and takes a bite of the sandwich and sways back and forth. I think that means he likes it?
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Learning to Cope
RomanceA promising nursing student volunteers for the "golden angels program" at his local hospital where he meets a man struggling with his mental health and the cards life has dealt him. How will he recover? (This story is the product of disassociating)
