Soapy

Loki, shut up.

"No, no, no, seriously, mom. I really need  100 forks and, like, a butt load of tape." I tell my mom over the phone as I pour probably an unhealthy amount chocolate syrup into my cereal, my daily routine.

"Yustina, what for? I'm not wasting my money on that." she sighs in frustration, too familiar with my bullshit needs.

"But mom, this is serious business. Literally all you're doing by not buying those things for me is stopping my working progress." I say, squeezing the chocolate syrup bottle until it starts making that funny farting sound. I stifle a laugh.

"Are you using all the chocolate syrup again?" my mom says intimidatingly, already knowing the answer to her own question.

"...No." I lie terribly. I was never a very good liar.

"I've had to buy four bottles for you in just this week, Yustina!"

"Oh my God. Mom, chill." I empty the bottle and throw it in the trash, making the shot perfectly. I do a silent victory dance.

"I'm not buying you anymore for the rest of the month. I swear on it!" I can literally feel her scowl through the phone.

"The forks and tape, can you get them? I need them for work." 

"What work, Yustina? Literally all you do is stay home on that damn computer of yours."

"An experiment." I defend, putting my hands on my hips as if she can see me.

"Another one? No, remember the last one?"

"Oh, come on! You can blame dad for that, it's not my fault the kitchen flooded!" my hands flail in the air.

"Enough, Yustina, I'm not buying that useless crap. Stop pestering me."

"But mom, how do you expect me to build the Eiffel Tower of Forks without all the forks?" I take my bowl of cereal and shove a spoonful into my mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouthful. That's unladylike."

"And that's super sexist." my eyebrows furrow as I shovel more diabetes down my throat.

"No forks or tape, and that's final. I have errands to do and you're slowing me down with your nonsense."

"And I have an experiment to do and you're slowing me down with your close mindedness." I fire back.

"I'll see you at home, Yustina."

"Goodbye, Mothership." I walk to my room with the phone held between my shoulder and ear and my bowl of cereal in my hands.

"Stop calling me that." She sighs, hanging up the phone.

I walk into my pitch black room, the only light source being the Christmas lights I've hung all over the walls and the glow in the dark star stickers stuck onto the ceiling, and close the door with my foot, putting my cereal on my nightstand as I plug my phone into the charger.The room smells like cinnamon, thanks to the lovely candle I took from my moms room. There are clothes and miscellaneous crap scattered all around the floor. It's a mess, from the unnecessary amount art work and posters hung up over all of the blue walls, to the clothes and stuff on my floor, to even the dust party that has gathered on my ceiling fan. A literal mess. I look over to my black cat on my bed.

"She said no to the Eiffel Tower of Forks. Unbelievable, right?" I plop myself onto my bed and snuggle under the covers, creating a little fort of comfort. I pop my head up out of the covers and look at her.

"I guess I'll have to put the experiment on hold." I sigh. She stares at me with lifeless eyes and looks away, licking her paws.

"Are you even listening to me? Loki?" I say to her as she looks in the complete opposite direction of me.