"Do you listen to Alex G?"
"Is that a rapper?"
He wasn't aware his type was girls who had bangs and listen to Indie music.
CS X FEMOC!
IRL! SOCIAL MEDIA!
OCTOBER IS STEVIE' favourite month. You simply cannot beat it, in her essence the leaves turning orange and red, the spooky decorations beginning to print all over houses and the multiple layers of clothing on anyone walking past is her version of delight —but for such a nice mid temperature morning, Stevie can't ignore the bomb ticking away in her chest.
Stevie was diagnosed with Chronic Anxiety three years ago. Her symptoms contain intense dizziness, overwhelming amount of anxiety attacks and also the best of all; vomiting! When she woke up this morning she knew this feeling all too well, her physic was facing battles the second she got conscious, and Roslyn was aware of her state. Plus there is worse than having an anxiety episode, while being on day two of your period.
"Hiya pretty...I brought you some kick ass vegetable soup and your most beloved vomit bowl for you to pour all your bile into," Stevie' favourite food is soup, any soup. Ever. When she is anxious she also cannot find it in herself to move any part of her body but her lips, and even that is a struggle.
Her head slowly jerks from her pillow along with a vacant expression. "I know you can't eat when you're anxious but I don't care you have to hon, take your spoon and get that into ya. I brought you some pain killers to ease up those cramps too. C'mon Stevie get up," Roslyn places the tray onto Stevie' cluttered desk and sits down on her bed, grabbing the sheets and entering the bed.
"Every time I breathe I'm in so much fucking pain Ros-" her hands clutch onto her eyes in frustration, her fingers grasp onto her knotted up hair. "Why did I have to get my dad' anxiety gene, did the gods assume it would make us closer or something?" Roslyn softly chuckles at her assumptions and shakes her head.
"Last time you were having an anxious conscience you were blaming your middle school teacher who bullied you anytime you attempted math." Roslyn said whilst grabbing Stevie' hands away from her hair.
"It's her fault too. I hate this so much I was literally fine yesterday? I wish my anxiety would knock on the door before emerging from my body. At least my period has the decency to warn me by making my skin go all puffed up and spotty."
"You should name your anxiety, make it like...Hmm- Oh- How about...Bull?"
Stevie stares at Roslyn for a second, reconsidering the option for a name. Her lips curve downwards in agreement. "I like it. Bull is kicking my anus HARD."
They hear a buzz from her desk and both turn to see her phone is showing a notification, Roslyn begins to scan it and her left eyebrow quirks up. "It's Christopher."
