Free Falling [Discontinued]

Chapter Eight || Lyla

A U T H O R S N O T E : I was going to update tomorrow but I'm very impatient and eager to update ;-) - Christine xx

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Chapter Eight || Lyla

The weekend flew by in a blur; mainly due to my massive hangover that didn't last only one day but rolled into the next. Instead of my headache subsiding and stomach no longer turning, my headache turned into a migraine and the swirls in my stomach turned to aches.

I was fighting a hangover while Mother Nature continued to bless me with her presence Midol couldn't even tolerate. While Addison was out and about on Sunday, I stayed sprawled on the couch with a heating pad on my abdomen, the lights drawn shut and Ginger Ale and crackers on the floor beside me. I made no attempt to move until it was necessary to relocate to my bed once night fell, automatically falling in a deep slumber once my face collided with my pillow.

Lucky for me, when my alarm beside my bed buzzed at eight A.M, I woke feeling refreshed and better than ever.

Most people complain about Monday's, always dreading the beginning of the week, wanting to skip it completely and wake up with it being Tuesday. I, on the other hand, loved Monday's.

Monday's meant a fresh start. If the week prior or the weekend before were shitty, then Monday would make up for it, presenting me the chance to take a breath and start anew.

Sure, I hated dragging myself out of bed to take a quick fifteen minute shower, only to drag my body out of the warmth bathroom to the cool air of my bedroom. However, work made the early mornings worthwhile.

At the shelter I assisted in the kennels and nursery; feeding and bathing the kittens/cats and puppies/dogs while also transferring to other houses for kennel clean ups. I wasn't working within the lab or besides the veterinarians at the clinic within the shelter, but I didn't mind. As long as I was beside animals, I could care less what I did. Any job allowed me to bond with the furry creatures and I couldn't ask for anything more.

With only a few people walking through the shelter, work had been slow, giving me the opportunity to focus on my daily tasks without stopping to help someone in question or need. Since I finished all my tasks within my time gap from opening to lunch, I was allowed to sign out on time for break.

Weeks had passed since Addison and I's house warming dinner with Connor and with him being busy with his YouTube account and book publishing, we had spoken less. Luckily, the two of us were available today to meet up for lunch.

Although I checked out early before twelve o'clock on the dot, I met up with Connor at twelve thirty at Lemonade, our go to lunch spot, in Studio City. With it being lunch hour, Lemonade was crowded, taking it twenty minutes just for us to make it to the front cashier.

I'm behind Connor in line, eyeing my freshly baked Mac and Cheese on my plate. With skipping breakfast this morning my stomach is growling and the site of the creamy cheese pasta makes my mouth water. Connor grins as he swaps the cashier money for his Lemonade cup, muttering a 'thank you' when given his change.

"I'll grab us a seat," he says over his shoulder while carrying the tray out the side glass door. I replace Connor at the spot in front of the cashier and give him my debit card once he tells me the price of lunch. We exchange my card and he hands me my Lemonade cup. "Thank you," I smile then follow Connor's path to the outside patio.

I walk to the small metal and granite table for two, taking the seat across from Connor. "Thanks for waiting," I say with sarcasm while sitting down. Connor laughs with his mouthful of salad and mumbles a 'sorry'. Although, he began eating before me he's already halfway done with his fresh greens.