Feel Better

"I feel like sh-t"

TW'S: Swearing (Censored)

Author's Note: Hi! Sorry if this has a few mistakes I didn't edit it, and um I am tired so maybe I won't try to. Also the name of the chapter and the first sentence said in this chapter were to be a reference to the song Sh*t by Bo Burnham. I censored it, the actual title is uncensored. Now I have it stuck in my head. I feel sh*t. Oh sh*t! A massive duffle bag of sh*t.

Anyway hope you enjoy the crap I gave you today.

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   "Oh SHI-!" I screamed as I dropped the bag full of stuff on my foot. "Hopefully I don't get a noise compliant from that, either way I won't be here to hear it."

   I pick up the bag and sling it over my shoulder. It was only then that I realized I put my keys in the bag. Lowering it carefully, not to crush my foot again, and just repeating the process again. Now having my keys, I head out.

   When I get into my car my phone starts to buzz. "Hello? Who's this?"

   "Melissa, b*tch."

   "How dare you call me that? A*$hole McF*ckFace, I thought we were friends?"

   "Hahaa, how did you come up with that and why?"

   "A little inspiration," I said smiling. "What I mean by that is I am not telling you."

   "Whyyy?" Melissa asked.

   "Well it all starts with-" I said as I hanged up. Then I start to get spammed with texts. Oh Melissa, so foolish to think I would be nice. I start my car, after I use my phone to set directions. "Heh friends almost made me forget that my grandma died."

   The directions were to a breakfast place I liked because why not? When I got to a red light I text Melissa if she wanted to come to. I would ask Raymond, but he probably wouldn't be able to eat much there. She said yes right as the light turned green.

   I continue down the road admiring the buildings and sky. I may think this place isn't all that exciting and that all the car accidents are annoying (like people where did you learn to drive?), but it's nice and I mean at least bands perform here, so it isn't all that boring.

   Arizona is nice if you ignore the harsh summer of 100° F.

   Once I get to the turn, reaching the parking lot of the place, I park my car and text Melissa the address. After a bit, my brain said maybe I should go in now. When my feet meet the glossy, but most likely germ covered floor, I feel a smidge bit better. Also, because what accompanies it, was the smell of bacon and ever since I was a kid that made me a little happier.

   I make my way over to the desk in which a short, feminine character waits for me.

   "Hi, what can I get for you?" They said in a cheery tone. If it's fake than I must applaud the performance.

   "A table for two, please." I said in response.

   "Alright, follow me." They then lead me to a table.

   "Thank you." I told the person as they walk away. Now, I am left awkwardly seated at a table for two, alone, until my friend arrives. I then realize, Melissa is a girl and I am a guy, now that may be seen as me just stating facts.

   Except it's not, now that I pass as a guy, hanging out with Melissa in a hetero normative society, people might think we are dating, or on a date with each other. It has happened before and, boy, was it awkward knowing that we both don't like the gender the other is and the waitress just being like. "Oh you guys are so cute together." One of those times, we pulled a stunt.

   Our waitress was rambling about us being a cute couple. We both were bothered and were trying to make her stop. During that her rants, our minds sent signals to each other and we knew what we should do to make her think twice about assuming. Feeling mischievous I executed the plan.

   "Um we're siblings." I said adding more uneasiness to my tone than I actually felt.

   OH BOY WAS IT FAST AT HOW THE WAITRESS' FACE TURNED TO SHOCK AND EMBARRASSMENT.

   She apologized as her face went red and quickly fled the scene. When we got our food, there was a new waitress. After laughing it out, I felt a small bit bad for her, but it's harmless fun. Even though we looked nothing alike, except similar hair color, and height. It worked. With that replay in my head ending, I hear a familiar voice.

   "What's up, m0therf*¢ker?" Melissa said, as she plops down into the seat in front of me.

   "Not much, you?" I replied calmly.

   "Slightly pissed off, traffic was a b1tch." Melissa said back.

   "Car accident?" I asked.

   "Yep! Not too bad, gladly no flipped cars, just two beat up ones and two people yelling at each other. One was a teen, the other looking like a Karen." Melissa added.

   "Welp, makes sense, either old people or teenagers who usually tend to drive a bit wonky." I said.

   "Mm or drunk middle-aged people. Anyway, how are you doing?" They asked.

   "Sadder than normal," I responded. "As to be expected."

   "Yeah, if you need someone to talk to, I am here for you my dearest friend." Melissa stated.

   "For some reason that sounded sarcastic." I said.

   "Well it's not, for your notice." Melissa assured.

   "Thanks, and I'll be here for you as well, now what are you going to order? I am curious to what you choose." I said changing the topic of talking about feelings to food. I don't want to feel my emotions that are haunting me, therefore I won't acknowledge them. Especially when I am doing this to help make things seem more normal. Talking about, talking about feelings is not how I don't acknowledge them.