Rookie Chandler
Why did I agree? Why did. I. Agree?!
More like, why did you mention it?
My body was hurting. My brain felt dead. My eyes were starting to droop, they were dark and started to sag.
I already felt burnt out just from being around so many people all day long. Now I was signing myself up for more socializing; talking to Will Vinny. With Hillary. With Stella.
"So...want anything to drink?" Right. I was already here.
"Oh! Uh, sure. Sorry, I zoned out," I apologized. It might be time to start sleeping at regular times again, otherwise I was just going to be this dead person throughout the day, forever.
"Coke or Pepsi? I have both and I promise I won't judge your choice like most people," He chuckled. He also started rubbing his neck. Was he nervous? I sure hoped he wasn't.
What if he wasn't nervous but worse; he was embarrassed!
"Rookie?" He called. I immediately turned to look at him, "Sorry," I said sighing. "I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately." He nodded. He didn't seem mad, or upset, he looked...understanding. "That's alright," He ended up saying.
"Also, I'll have a coke, please." He didn't need to know I forgot what he offered and I had just winged it. Hoping Coke was one of the options.
He nodded again. "Coming right up," He said before turning and walking to the kitchen.
I was currently sitting on their sofa in the dining room. Why was a couch in the dining room?!
You're one to judge, Rookie.
Besides the odd spot it was placed, it was a comfy one. They had a small box TV and the floor was stained carpet. I didn't think I wanted to know what the stains were.
"I'm back. Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."
I shook my head, "No. You're good. I was just, uh, admiring your house." I said in the most believable tone I could speak. He frowned, So I guess it wasn't believable at all.
He actually looked kind of cute.
He sat beside me as he gave me one of the Coke cans he brought out, a glimpse of sadness written on his face.
"What's wrong? Did I say something? I promise I didn't mean to if I did." I hesitated to ask.
"No, no, you didn't say anything. I'm just embarrassed about this place if I'm being honest. It's a pigsty!" He said, panic in his voice.
So is my head. In a sense, you aren't alone.
"Hey, a home is a home. As long as there's a roof over your head, I don't think how it appears to others matter," I comforted him, hopefully.
"Yeah. I guess you're right." He sighed. Looking at his fingers that were tangling with each other.
And for the rest of the night it was just the two of us listening to the troubled younglings and their playdate.
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The look behind those tired eyes
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