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"ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?" -Tyler, The Creator
June 9th, 2013 1:25pm
"You really took your time, huh?"
You could hear him behind you, the creaking floorboards familiar from a few hours earlier. You folded your laundry neatly on your bed, not looking up from your work. The perfect folded squares sat upon your messily-made bed, completely contradicting each other.
You remember when your mother first taught you how to fold your laundry. You always did it neatly—just the way she liked it.
"When you haven't been able to clean yourself with water that isn't from a river or a stream in god knows how long, yeah, you'd sure like to enjoy it." His voice stayed in the same spot from behind you, your eyes crinkling from your smile as you finish the last piece of laundry.
"It may not be river water but it's water going into my water bill—woah, hey! This isn't a strip club or the male prostitute headquarters, put some damn clothes on." You looked away quickly from the man standing in just a towel, a smile inhabiting your face.
"Don't pretend like we weren't about to fuck the last time we met."
Your heart nearly stopped at the mention of the memory—your eyes slowly glancing back up at him. "Yeah, yeah. You woulda' liked it too." You scoffed. "Now go put some clothes on, whore." You chuckled at your own joke. "I'll put your dirty clothes in the washing machine later."
He stepped closer towards you as you turned back towards him. You noticed a severe lack of facial hair. "You shaved?" You refrained yourself from reaching up and touching his face.
"Hey, I left a little bit left. Just the way you liked it." He muttered the last bit, but you still caught onto it.
"Hey—wait, who— who told you that?"
"I won't disclose that." He laughed, sitting down on the bed beside you. "Noo who ratted me out? I will fight you. But first, act like you got some sense and put some clothes on. Next I'm gonna find you digging in my trash like a raccoon."
He put his hands up dramatically, laughing. "You're startin' to sound like my momma."
"Good. I'll beat your ass like her too." You laughed as you walked over to your closet, digging out a pile of Charlie's clothes you stole—that he most likely doesn't know you stole.
"You never told me what happened to your face. I'm wondering who gave you a whoopin'." You snicker as you dug through the mountain of clothing.
"A mix of just naturally living out in the wild, and god knows what else. I was blacked out for majority of that time, so I'm not sure what I was up to." He shrugged as he sat down on the bed.
"Mm. There's a med-kit in the bathroom, if you need it. Another thing, how long exactly do you plan on staying here? Tim, Jay and Charlie are gonna come back eventually, and I'm not sure if you want them to see you." You glanced over your shoulder for a moment before going back to what you were doing.
"I'll.. I'll have to get going soon. Get back on the road." He sighed. "I just—I wanted to see you."
"What? Where will you go? Why can't you just stay here?" You questioned, turning around fully to look at him.
He sighed once more before giving you an empathetic look. "They won't take too kindly to me. They know what I've done—what I am."
"Yeah, but they don't know that it's you." You gestured towards him. "They don't have to know."
"They will find out eventually. And how do you think that'll effect them? How it'll effect Tim? They won't be as accepting as you. To this day, I'm still just.. surprised you even trust me enough to stay in the same room as me."
"Because I know you won't hurt me."
"That doesn't mean I can't. I can't control what happens during episodes—the blackouts, you know. I don't want to hurt you. But it will."
"I know. I'm willing to take that risk Brian. Even if it kills me." You hand him a wad of clothing, to which he gratefully takes into his own hands.
"Is this.. is this my Green Day shirt?" He laughed as he realized what shirt you had given him. You could tell he tried to avoid the subject, which is understandable.
"Oh—I guess it is, huh?" A chuckle left your lips. "I still listen to them, you know."
"I know." He mumbled, though you couldn't quite hear him. "What?" You questioned as he took a step out of the room.
"Nothin', anyways, you have a really nice bathroom." You could hear his voice coming faintly from the hall as he walked away.
You didn't think too much about that odd occurrence—you've experienced odder.
You thought for a moment as he left the room. It felt so normal. So, so right. A smile slowly formed on your face as you pictured his newly smiling face.
Though, that smile didn't stay long. As you remembered the others were gonna have to come back eventually.
"Hey, Bri?"
Your voice rang out through the hallway as you exited your room, heading towards the kitchen.
"Yeah?" He sat at the kitchen table, a cup of water by his hands.
"How long will it be before I see you again?" You sat across from him, a pondering expression forming on his face.
"I don't know. But I'll try not to make it as long as this past time, okay?"
"Alright."
You pulled your phone out from your pocket before shooting a message to Jay, asking when they'll be back.
"I'm confused of what they're doing anyway." You scoffed. "Going back to some house to find evidence or something."
A hum left Brian's lips as he leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his water.
"Do you wanna watch more cartoons?" A smile tugged at your lips as he nods.
