Day by Day

Chapter 21- Never ever

I have nothing to say.

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Just kidding. I have a lot to say. Far more than I'll ever say. Is there a point in speaking if I cannot say it all? I hate people who talk too much, but I talk too much. The tougne can be wicked. Yeah, just keep your mouth shut. Okay, if you insist, so I shall.

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I really have nothing to say.

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 A delivery for me. A bouquet of white roses. They are really pretty. Nobody signed a note saying who sent them to me, but it really doesn't take much to guess who they're from.

I rolled back my spiny chair so that I could see Jason in his office down the hall. He waved  and smiled at me. I took the opportunity to glare. About five minutes later, Jason was standing in my own office, still smiling.

"Oh Avery, aren't these such beautiful flowers! Where did you get them?" There is no end to this.

 I looked up. "Yes, they are lovely. Thank you for the roses Jason."

"You're welcome. Oh, hey how did you know they were from me?" He wanted to know. Yeah, like it was a big secret. He's obviously terrible with secrets. Well, not much guessing was required.

I raised my eyebrows in response. The roses are in a nice vase too. They look expensive. I bet they are expensive. "So, what's the occasion?"

"Occasion? I need an occasion to give you roses these days? Well I would think that your birthday is a big enough occasion for flowers." Jason said. That's actually a stupid excuse. Today is March thirty first. It's easily been a month since his birthday, the day I refused to tell him mine. So everyday since then, Jason has bought me something. He said he is treating every day like my birthday so he won't miss it. I'd say it was sweet, but no. It's just weird.

"It's not my birthday." I said.

"Figures, but I couldn't risk that it could be your birthday. You'd save us both a lot of trouble if you just told me when it is." Jason said. "So happy birthday."

I shook my head, wanting to look annoyed. "Jason, get out of here."

"But-"

"No buts."

"But I didn't get to sing you happy birthday yet."

"Out."

He bowed his head and walked out.

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 Slacking on the job gets most people fired. Slacking on the job is something that I did today. I should have gotten fired, but Jason doesn't want to fire me, apparently.

I wasn't slacking as in like watching funny you tube videos instead of typing some document.  No, I wouldn't do that. When I work, I work. No, I guess I was just so tired, and I fell asleep. I didn't mean to. I would have woken up if I knew I had fallen asleep. Sorry, I haven't mastered lucid dreaming yet; it must be a weakness.

In my sleep, I thought I distinctly heard a siren going off in the background. I might have heard it. Somewhere in my mind it sounded like a tornado siren. Well it was a tornado siren. I know, tornado what? Yay spring. But I was content to stay asleep. That way, I don't have to worry because I'm asleep.

"Avery, wake up, Avery. The tornado siren is going off." Some sing-song voice shook me into awareness.

My eyes are sleepy; I fight the sleep. I rub the tiredness out; well I try. "I don't want to wake up."

"But dearest, you have to. There's a tornado outside." He said.

That woke me up. "Did you just call me dearest?"