Sunflower

Chapter 3

Upon a million hours later, Pezzy was finally done unpacking... his set up. He hasn't even unpacked his clothes or his stuff for the bathroom yet. He's not gonna do that yet. All he really wants to eat and sleep. But, since this is his first time in Texas, he doesn't even know the good places to eat at. Texas has stuff that Pennsylvania doesn't. And vice versa. Pezzy almost had a breakdown when he realized Texas didn't have a P.F. Chang's. God, this is gonna be a whole new experience. But, he's just gonna have to get used to it right?

Hearing the knock on his door, Pezzy looked over to see Droid standing at the door frame. Smiling softly, he slightly waved at his friend. "Hey, me, Grizzy, and Puffer, are going to go out and get some Whataburger, you want to join us?" Droid asked. Whataburger? Pezzy asked himself. He has never heard of Whataburger, hell he doesn't even know if it's good. Pennsylvania doesn't even have a Whataburger. He wasn't sure if he wanted to intrude, or if he just wanted to stay home and wait for them to bring him food back, but he was starving. He hasn't eaten anything since this morning.

"Uh, yeah sure," he replied. He grabbed his hoodie, throwing it over his head, and followed Droid out to the car where Puffer and Grizzy were waiting for him. This was still all so new to him. How can he get used to living with people he's only talked to on the internet? This whole thing was still so surreal to him. He doesn't know if he'll be able to get used to living with two other people until the lease on the house runs out.

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About an hour of Whataburger adventures later, Pezzy has decided that he really enjoyed going there, and hanging out with his friends. He also really enjoyed the cinnamon rolls from Whataburger, he's obviously going to be going there the next time he ends a stream at midnight. But, in all honesty, he had so much fun being with them. He's never laughed that much in his life -- even with the sessions he's had with them while playing either Mario Party, Mario Kart, or hell, just any shitty rando game they can find on the Steam store. Maybe... Maybe... Oh just maybe, this change is not such a bad idea.

Pezzy tiredly trudged along to his room, ready to go to bed. He was exhausted. And he realized that he had to get some editing done for a video that was supposed to be up in two days. Oh boy, he was kind of screwed, at least time wise. He hates how he starts himself on a schedule for streams and videos, he always seems to fuck it up on the first day. God, he wishes he could talk to someone about this, because he does now live with two other people, but he knows it's going to be useless, they rarely get into slumps like this. Droid, Grizzy, and Puffer have consistent upload schedules. He really doesn't want to be a bother. He could already hear it now;

"Pezzy, you seriously don't know how to keep a consistent schedule? Fucking idiot!"

"Wow, you're more useless than we thought."

"How are you so useless?"

There it goes. That buzzing in his head. That goddamned buzzing. It's already trying to rip him apart piece by piece and leave him to be nothing. It hasn't even been a full day since he's been here. He was only happy for a damn hour. Hmm, that's a new record. Usually it takes a few days for that happiness to be ripped away from him, but this time it was ripped away from him in an hour.

When will he keep his happiness for more than a goddamn day?

Sighing softly, he threw his hoodie off his small body and just flopped down into his bed, not even bothering to change into his pajamas, he felt too lazy to even do anything now. All he really wanted to do is sleep the night away. Tomorrow is a new day, and he's gonna (try to) make the most of it. The keyword is try. Wrapping himself in his blanket, Pezzy drifted off to dreamland, where he hoped that his dreams were more good than bad.

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So much for getting a peaceful sleep. It's now three in the morning, and Pezzy still hasn't gone to sleep. He's been tossing and turning for the past two hours, as he can't seem to get to sleep. He's cold, can't seem to get warm, shivering under about three blankets, his stomach is turning inside out, feeling like he's gonna puke up what he just ate two hours ago, and anxiety is just being a bitch.

This is another thing about hating change. He feels like he can't sleep in a new place. Sleeping in a new place, in a different state from his family, has got his anxiety racing like a million horses all around his mind. God, he just wishes he could get warm and sleep.

Throwing all the blankets off him, he sat up from his bed. He placed his hand to his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his ribcage, and beating like a hundred miles per hour. Taking a few deep breaths, he grabbed one of the three blankets that was on his bed, wrapping it around himself, before walking out of his room, using his phone flashlight to navigate where he was going, so he didn't trip and fall on his face.

Making his way downstairs, he saw that no one was in the living room, so he was happy about that. Sighing, he flopped down on the couch, and laid down, not bothered that his legs were halfway off the couch, he just wanted to get comfortable and to maybe get some sleep. Tossing and turning one more time, he got into a good spot, and sighed softly, and tried to get some sleep. And it worked. Because, his eyes were immediately closing, and he was finally drifting off.

Day one in Texas; done. Ended? On the damn couch instead of his bed. This is going to take some time getting used to that's for sure.