Talkative

Oversight

Song rec -Elliot's song by Zendaya (listen this song was too good for us to hate it)
Unedited and super short (well shorter than the others)
POV T-
12/20/21
It had been a few days now, I am at Ms.
jeans' place. Her house reminds me of a dread-headed black woman who loves Incense. Black civil rights leaders and hip hop influencers painted her walls, her couches are a brown color, and her decorum matched. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she brought me a plate of grits with a side of bacon. Her signature breakfast, it's been almost a year since I last had it. "I'm okay! Still tired though..." I look at the big clock hovering over her small dated tv. Ugh, it's 5:00 am?? "Uh uh little ole girl it's not the weekend anymore so I gotta work," she said noticing my distraught look. "B-but !!! I'm too young to be up this early!" I pout. "But not too young to ditch your responsibilities... remember why your working this hard in school... so you can provide for yourself, be better than me...be better than her." She gives me a mini-lecture with a serious tone. "Yeah...I know. But like two more hours wouldn't hurt nun!!" I go back to my pouting. "Come on child I gotta get ready for work, and you're going to apologize to those little boyfriends of yours," she said teasingly. My cheeks temperature rise "no ma'am they aren't my boyfriends!!! Well they are boys that are friends, and I do find them both attractive, oh and I wanna spoil them both....but we aren't together... is it possible for all of us to be together??" I rambled to myself, but Ms.Jean was already in her bathroom drowning out my voice with Marvin Gay's angelic singing.

I sat there for a little, she is right I need to apologize. Shutting people out is my specialty but the way I did it...it wasn't fair to them. I sign and lay back down" five for minutes" I mumble, but as Ms.Jean says "she got eyes in the back of her head," so of course she magically sensed me laying down and came back hollering in my ear.

I start to get ready as well, luckily she had an extra toothbrush for me and some clothes I had leftover before. I quickly discovered how last year me and today me had a dramatic wardrobe change. The shirt was cropped, a light sky blue. At least the sleeves were long, the skirt was short, that's probably why I didn't wear it often. I had gained also some weight since then because I was able to finally pay for my own meals, so the skirt rose up a little more then attended. It is definitely too cold for this fit. "Here I bought this sweater last month but it couldn't handle all this juicy stomach...so you can have it," Ms.Jean hands me a sweater, it looked brand new, tag still on it. I look at her with loving eyes but then the feeling of guilt falls on me," I- I can't take this. You have already-" before I can finish she cuts me off, "girl just take the damn sweater and come on!" I look at her in shock as she walks off, I smile and quickly put on the sweater.

Jays pov-
I couldn't sleep, my mind wouldn't let me. I wanted to but the look on Tiana's face kept replaying in my head. The words "I-I'm.." with Vince's glassy eyes made my heartache. I tried to call T multiple times but she wouldn't answer, it went straight to voice mail. My eyes are heavy, my lips are chapped.
I got ready for class, grabbing the biggest hoodie I could find. I grab my favorite gray hoodie that has the logo of some random hokey team. My hair lays sloppy, somehow growing at a fast rate. The ends naturally curled and laid directly in my eyesight. My jeans are ripped showing my thigh tattoos just a little bit. I sigh and head out the door, maybe Ms.Jean knows what going on?

I wait with my headphones turned up high, the bench looks as though it was covered in a layer of ice so I decide to stand. The bus slowly approached making a loud screeching noise as it came to a halt. The door opens and I see Ms. Jean holding a closed-mouth smile. "Oh, shucky ducky now look who we have here!" She says loud enough for me to hear it past my headphones. I take one out and give her a greeting. Before I can ask her about T she swiftly says," if you're worried about Tiana she is alright, but I suggest you wait for her to tell you what's going on...poor baby has been through hell and back this week," her words sound as though she was a mother watching her child in pain. I never realized just how close they were until now. "But you young man need a haircut! What am I supposed to do if I can't see those pretty eyes of yours??" I chuckle and make my way to the back. That was when I noticed the young woman with her head swaying weightlessly. Her braids are pulled back into a ponytail and her headphones in. This time I decided to sit next to her. My eyes never left her beautiful face. Her eyelash are curly and I never realized it until now but so are her eyebrows. Her head sways one more time, just before it hits the window I quickly place my hand by it, providing some cushion. Slowly making sure not to wake her up I place her head on my shoulder. I hope it's not bony or uncomfortable... She lets out a snore and I try not to laugh. Good to know she's comfortable.
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Don't cancel me but Elliot was too fine!!! Anyways going through a depressive episode so boom why not procrastinate my hw and write about three depressed people falling in love????