just between us.

dreary mondays

'i want your dreary mondays' -Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

Violet Flores

I shuffled in my seat a bit, fake checking my phone to avoid the deep eye contact. My fake plan actually worked, I had a text from my mother, a rare occasion.

My mom and I always had a rocky relationship. As a kid I didn't get along with her either, we clashed. She had always been a so called 'stay at home mom' even though she refused to do anything for me, and I believed in having a strict work ethic and earning the things we have in life. I'm not saying no one can be a stay at home, but If you're going to call yourself one, you should probably actually give a slight attempt at motherhood.

"Is that your mom? She never reaches out, right?" Elliot broke the momentary silence. He was much better than me at doing that kind of stuff, I hate making any first moves.

He reached over me to grab our plates as my eyes scanned the text, feeling annoyed already.

"She wants me to let her use my apartment for three weeks?! You've got to be kidding...." My face scrunched in anger as I read on. "Oh great and she's threatened me because she made the down payment for the apartment."

I shouldn't have given her the option to do something 'kind'. She takes advantage of it just as quickly as she helps.

"Would you have to stay there with her?" He responded, placing dishes into the sink as the water ran.

"She said she'd need the full place...won't tell me for what, but I don't really think I have much choice in the matter." I groaned, sprawling arms on the island.

"Are you going to need somewhere to stay..?" He avoided eye contact as he asked me, hiding behind the fridge door as he cleaned up after breakfast.

"I'll probably just have to stay at a hotel...no that's too expensive...I'm not sure at all. Apparently she's only staying for three weeks and then leaving, and she MUST have my apartment." I rolled my eyes as his finally met mine again.

"There's plenty of room here for you-" He started.

"Hey. No I can't do that to you!" I refused. Plus, wouldn't it be kind of...odd? Maybe it was just me overthinking but it would definitely freak me out to stay here alone with him, not that he wouldn't take care of me...just...other things.

"Oh shut it, you already practically live here."

He did have a slight point.

I hated it.

"Well I'll have to get up and out by next week apparently." I threw my head back, I hated sharing things, I did not want to share my apartment with my mother of all people, even if I didn't have to be there.

"I can be ready for you in a week!" He smiled at me, leaning on the island.

"That's great. But I don't want to pack in a week." It's true, im not a packing fanatic, and honestly people who are kind of scare me...that's beside the point. The point was it was beginning of summer and I was welcoming the season by having my mom steal my apartment for three weeks.

"Don't be a baby over it, I'll help. Wait, Vi, It's friday...what day exactly is she coming?" He questioned.

"Monday..." I dropped my head into my palms.

"So...not a week." He laughed. I couldn't help but laugh a bit too, even when I was angry, he made it seem so funny, maybe even exciting.

"Well then I say we do a packing night tonight, watch the good place?" My face lit up as he spoke, he knew just how to make a dark day so fun.