"Hey Dan? Do you mind if I do some cleaning?" asked Charlotte, stepping out of her new room. Dan looking up from his bed across the hall and shrugged.
"Sure. I guess that's okay." Charlotte smiled and walked to the lounge, turning on the lights and grabbing all the trash she could see. Crisp wrappers, gum packages, Maltesers everywhere. This place was a rubbish tip.
"Could you tell me where the broom is, Dan?" she asked, peeking into his room once more. He was asleep, mouth hanging open on his pillow. She felt a little awkward looking at him like this, but she wouldn't be able to live here for long if the flat was this gross.
"Dan?" she said, a little more loudly. He didn't move. "Hey, I need to clean your crappy flat. Where's the broom?" He still didn't stir. Time to break out the big guns. Charlotte walked over to his bed and taped his forehead. Dan jumped.
"What are you- oh. Hi. Your eyes are different colors?" It was a bit of an off-topic question, but most people asked it. They were, to answer his question. They weren't that different, but they were both a mixture of bright blue and brown that was a little unsettling, so most people noticed after knowing her for a little while. She was a little surprised that Dan had noticed so quickly, considering how out of it he was.
"Yeah, they are. Where's the broom?" she asked, standing up straight. Dan shrugged.
"I dunno." She sighed. He wasn't going to help her with this, was he? She retreated back to her room across the hall.
charmander: what exactly happened to this guy? have you visited him at all!?
pj: what's the matter?
charmander: um, the flats a mess, i don't think dans seen the sunlight in days, and he might as well be on tranquilizers he's so out of it.
pj: oh. Do you need me to come over?
charmander: no, just explain wtf happened to him so I can help him. I didn't get a minor in psychology for nothing.
pj: basically, his best friend told him he was in love with him, Dan freaked out, best friend got offended and ran away. He lives in his hometown now, but that's beside the point. Dan feels bad and guilty and I can't help him. I've tried.
charmander: ok, thx. I'll txt back in a minute.
"Hey Dan? I'm gonna make dinner, could you help me figure out where everything is?" asked Charlotte. One method psychologists used to get depressed patients out of their funks was to give them something to do, get their mind out of the dark place it was in. From what she could tell, it would take more than making a meal to get Dan out of his stupor, but at least she could start working on him.
Dan groaned from his room.
"Do you want food or not?" yelled Charlotte, walking towards the kitchen. Dan's footsteps pounded slowly down the hall.
"Fine..." Inside, Charlotte beamed. She'd completed the first step of her task.
// so yeah. I'm taking a quick break from hello Dan, as that's starting to become a chore to update and when that happens I know I need to take a bit of a vacation. Anyways, hope yA like this so far. //
