The Neighbor Next Door

The will reading

The following week went by really fast. It was a really good week for MePhone, but as it went on, he couldn't help but grow nervous, and unsure about the whole will reading, and having to go to that. He'd probably at least have to wear the dress shirt and a tie, not wanting to put on the full suit again-- but that was the least of his worries, really.

It was another night at OJ's currently, and as much as he didn't want to be, he was stewing in his thoughts. The two of them were in OJ's room, MePhone just sitting on the side of the bed, while OJ finished up some work for the night at his desk. Stuff like this was new,-- MePhone hanging out in his room and all, but it was at least welcomed, and comfortable. He was glad OJ was more focused on his work at the moment compared to him, because he didn't want to be a distraction. He just wanted company while he had to think about this.

Even though he was doing overall better mentally, he still had off days, because taking some walks and fixing his routine wasn't going to fix everything-- that was just plain unrealistic, but he was usually able to combat it with his better mindset.

This was not much help this time though, since it was a real thing that was happening in two days. 3gs was coming over tomorrow, and then the following day was to get it over with. It was just so soon, and he still didn't know if he was truly ready. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice OJ getting up, closing the lid of his computer, and stepping over. He did however blink back into focus as the other wrapped his arms around him, letting out a tired hum as he sat down on the bed next to him.

Something MePhone had learned over this week of being with OJ, was that he was really into showing physical affection. MePhone didn't really mind, honestly, being a big fan of positive physical contact after being starved of it for so long. He melted into the hold, letting out a soft, sad sigh, wrapping his own arms around the other as the two just sat like this for a few moments.

"Somethings on your mind," OJ observed.

"Yeah. Sorry,"

"Don't be. Is it something you want to talk about?"

"Probably," MePhone slowly shifted away from the hold, flopping down on the bed, as OJ stayed sat up, looking at the other. It was clear OJ was sleepy, but he was still willing to just sit and listen.

"The will reading. I dunno if I mentioned it,"
"You have once or twice," OJ shrugged.

"Well it's in a few days. I'm just nervous. I don't want to see my cousin again."
"Do you have to go?"

"No, but I'm going anyways," MePhone just sighed, closing his eyes. "Just getting it over with. I'll probably be fine, but... I dunno. I don't want to lose all my progress. I... Don't want to get hurt again." MePhone frowned. He had told OJ about the funeral, and what happened a few nights ago over a late night phone call, just needing to get it off his chest, so OJ knew where he was coming from with this fear.

"If he tries to hurt you again, maybe try sticking up for yourself? I know that's a hard suggestion and I know it's difficult to do sometimes, but you don't deserve getting stepped all over like this. They have no right treating you the way they did."
MePhone just sighed.

"Yeah. I just-- I don't know. It's easier to just let it happen because I don't want to start any shit, but it still sucks. I know I shouldn't take it, but..." MePhone opened his eyes again, unable to look at the other as he spoke.

"It's just hard standing up for myself after so long."

"I understand. If... Anything goes wrong, I won't be there physically, but you can always call me. I'm always here to listen. If your brother is going to be there too, I'm sure he can help too if you end up telling him,"