Angel (Fuenciado)

Chapter 23: A Camera a Day

By the time I remember I haven't eaten at all today, it's ten to one in the morning.

I skipped breakfast because I just wasn't hungry and reasoned that by lunch, I would have more if an appetite. I then proceeded to miss lunch due to an unscheduled nap whilst ticking over a few bank statements. For dinner, I went to make some pasta, only to find the chopped tomatoes for the sauce were totally out of date and I was rapidly distracted by Mike having another hysterical mood swing and, after that, decided to discontinue dinner for no reason other than I couldn't be bothered cooking/ordering out/doing anything at all other than texting Jaime about my opinions on Black Widow randomly getting a love interest in Avengers: Age of Ultron. So food totally went out the window.

And Clover told me that I have to eat.

So at ten to one in the morning, after snatching perhaps fifty minutes of broken sleep, I roll out of bed and creep downstairs.

Once in the kitchen and certain that the light isn't going to bother my brother sleeping peacefully down the hall, I flick on the light and cross over to the fridge, rummaging through its contents. There's some cheddar cheese, half a box of mushrooms (for some odd reason), a questionable apple and two microwave meals.

Perfect.

Piercing the film of a box of macaroni cheese, I throw it in the microwave for three minutes and hope its whirring doesn't wake up Mike, and thinking for a moment that it rather sounds like an ominous spaceship.

In the meantime, I fire off a message to Jaime in the chance that he'll be awake.

Me:
Thoughts at one in the morning; microwaves are a lot like spaceships.

With another two and a half minutes on the mac'n'cheese, I put my headphones in and shuffle a playlist; Holy, by PVRIS. The perfect song for the ungodly hours of the morning. Not long after putting my phone back in my pocket, it goes off again.

Jaime:
Interesting...I've always thought they sound a bit like sick lawnmowers.

I smile at the text, and then the microwave goes off, beeping loudly.

"Shush," I say, quickly pulling the door open and removing the macaroni. "Shush shush shush shush shush..."

My phone goes off again and I refrain from pulling away the plastic film, instead checking the message.

Jaime:
What are you doing awake?

Me:
Take a guess...

Jaime:
:(. And why are you thinking about microwaves?

Me:
I'm making mac and cheese

Jaime doesn't reply for a minute and I empty the contents of the meal into a plate. It smells nice and my mouth actually starts to water and I realise that I am actually quite hungry. I carry it over to the dining table (which is quite out of use these days) and settle down to eat it.

Jaime:
...what?

Me:
I forgot to eat today so

Jaime:
>_>

Me:
Don't give me that look

I tuck back into my dinner (breakfast?) and try to enjoy the taste; it's nice for about five minutes before it begins to taste like sawdust and I'm only halfway through the meal. Leaning my head on one hand, I push the pasta around my plate with the fork for a while before snapping myself out of it. I need to eat more. This is not enough for an entire day.