I sink back into the round bed surfing through Netflix; there aren't too many up to date movies so I just re-watch a few episodes from Season 9 of Supernatural.
"Hey there trooper, how ya feelin'?" Ricky walks over to the bed with a tv dinner full of chicken strips, mac n' cheese, and a cup of yogurt.
"Thanks, um... I'm alright." I nod and take the tray from him. The chicken looks disgusting and the mac n' cheese just looks plain and unappetizing. I push the tray away from me and scrunch my nose. I can smell meat: Burgers. The only thing present is a dull tv dinner. Cravings... Is it the cravings?
"Awe, what's wrong Mr. Grumpy Gills?" Ricky mocks me and puts out his bottom lip. "Chicken got your tongue?"
"No. Ricky. It's the cravings. I am craving beef, like a burger or something."
"Well you have chicken... Isn't that beef? Wait. No. Chicken is bird... Right... Um... How badly do you wan-."
"Need. I need one. Now."
Ricky innocently puts his hands up and replies somberly, "Okay. Okay. You might as well come with me just in case I get the wrong thing. We can go to the grocery store and get other things that you need also, sound good?"
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The cart feels harder to push than I remember; the one deformed wheel on the shopping cart keeps spinning wildly trying to free itself. I toss a box of crackers into the cart and push my way over to find the meats.
The store is empty except for the occasional older couple shopping for bathroom supplies and a select few employees restocking the red sauce. Smells of fresh cheese and bread fill the surrounding air and my stomach begins to growl. Burger meat, burger buns, burger condiments; leave.
A familiar face appears from down one of the aisles and I begin to walk a bit faster. You are just imagining it. You don't know anyone here. I continue on my way to find my perfect burger until suddenly a warm brush of breath tickles the back of my neck, "Quinn. I have a gun in my back pocket; you scream, I shoot. Understand?"
My heart races and my stomach drops to the floor. Eli...
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The Year of Maybe
Teen Fiction"In some ways I am glad that he's gone... But in others, I'm not ready to accept the fact that he is." ~ The Year of Maybe ***I am warning you right now, there may be some triggers. And there is a good amount of explicit vocabulary.***
