Daddy Didn't Love Me // Lawlorff

Fifteen

"Wake up sleeping beauty!" Kian groaned, shoving me off the bed.

"Aren't you a gem of a prince," I sarcastically remarked. 

He smiled. "Yes, yes I am." 

I rubbed my head. How could I be so tired, so weak? Kian was the one who drank last night, shouldn't he be hungover?

"Why aren't you tired?" I asked him, looking at him while he miraculously flipped some eggs on a frying pan. 

He laughed. "Coffee is my bitch." 

I smiled a little, still too numb to make any excessive laughter pass through my lungs. 

"Eat," he demanded, placing a plate with two sunny side up eggs and a bacon slice in front of me. I gaped at it for a second. 

"I didn't know you could cook." 

"I didn't know that you could snore like that. We're all full of surprises," he winked at me. 

He sat down next to me and read the news. 

"Look at us, we're like a married couple from the fifties!" I remarked.

He laughed. "Don't mock me for still reading the newspaper in its concrete form. I cannot afford a TV, as you can obviously see." He gestured to his apartment with open arms. 

I nodded. He ran over to his desk drawer and pulled out a red pen. He scurried on over to the newspaper and circled something. 

"What'd you just look at?" I pondered of him. He turned the paper around for me to see. 

"Jobs?" 

"Yes, that's what legal adults do for society. Promote capitalism in its rawest form and live a life of debt and denial on a minimum wage society." 

I sighed. "Oh, joy." 

He circled another. 

"Okay, maybe let me look at these before picking for me?" I suggested in a passive aggressive manner. 

He turned it around again. 

There was one for a boardwalk, running a booth. 

"I want this one." I snatched his red pen and circled it big and multiple times over. 

He looked at it and smiled.

"Good choice."