A Book Come True

2| greetings

~Nick Levine~

I grumble in annoyance as I walk out of the nursing home that my grandmother is living in. Today is such a stupid day. It's hotter than hell outside, even though it's already October but I live in stupid California where only certain areas are getting cooler this time of year.

I had the same conversation with my grandmother that I have had with her about a hundred times. She doesn't need to live in the nursing home, I have more than enough space at my house but she refuses to leave. And most of the time all she talks about is some drama going on between the other people in the nursing home and some girl who volunteers there who now visits her. I guess they have gotten close and she seems like a real angel.

Now, I have to walk two blocks to get to my car because there's never any parking at the actual nursing home, and these streets were not made for walking.

I cross the street and make a left turn to walk down the street to the parking lot where I left my car, and as I am passing by some shop, I see the door to a flower shop open, but before I can move out of the way for the girl coming out to have some space to walk, we bump right into each other.

I groan quietly. I was already in a bad fucking mood. She looks up at me and I recognize her. From school I think?

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't-" she begins to apologize.

"It's okay, just pay attention when you walk," I tell her. She smiles and nods, going to walk past me.

Just as she leaves, my phone starts ringing. I roll my eyes and pull it out of my pocket, just to find that Brett is calling me. He might be my best friend but he can tap dance on my last goddamn nerve when he wants to and he is an expert at finding it.

I answer and hear him right away, "Where are you?" he asks me.

"I was visiting my grandmother, I'm about to head back to my house, why?" I ask him as I continue walking down the street, quickly arriving at the parking lot.

"Because I'm at your house and you're not." he says.

I roll my eyes, getting into the car and turning it on, "I'll be right there. Bye." I say and toss my phone onto the passenger seat before driving off.

I speed off to my house and when I get there, I find Brett sitting on my front porch scrolling on his phone. I reluctantly get out of the car and go towards him.

Once he hears my footsteps, he gasps, "There he is, my favorite person, the love of my life-"

"Shut the fuck up," I tell him. He rolls his eyes and blows a raspberry at me.

"Why can't you just accept the fact that I love you?" he asks jokingly, wiping a fake tear off of his cheek as we walk into the house.

I roll my eyes at him again, "You only say you love me because you don't have a girl to say it to," I tell him.

He gasps, smacking me on the arm, "You don't either," he says accusingly.

I scoff and smack him back, "Yes, Brett, but the difference between you and I is that I am voluntarily single, but you can't keep your tongue out of a girl's mouth long enough for you guys to have an actual conversation." I say to him. He rolls his eyes, "And if you smack me again, I will beat the crap out of you, now go get your shit, we have homework to do and we're going to the gym tomorrow morning."

He groans, letting his head fall backward, "I don't want to do the homework," he whines, but I point towards the living room where he left his bag. "Okay." he gives in, walking away to grab his bag.