I Cant Tell.

I Miss Home

I was awakened by the sound of the shower running. The drops of the water matching the beat of the ones hitting the window. It rains too much here. I look at the TV, The Breakfast Club is still playing, must be on repeat.

"Hey sleepy head! I didn't hear you wake up?"

"That's because I just did. " I said laughing slightly.

"Well, we said to catch up on things after the movie, and seeing since we both fell asleep, why don't we start now? " He said, scooting over some pillows so that he could sit facing me.

"Okay Mason, you start. How was Indiana? I miss it so much."

"Trust me, it would have been a thousand times better if you would've been there. The farm is doing great, though. I made sure to tell Greyson the you said he's a jerk."

We laughed a bit more, and continued with our sharing of stories. I told him how I got a job at this weird coffee shop, and how the names of the coffees are insane. Its actually quite ironic. The coffee we serve is scalding hot when we give it to the customer, yet when they order they must speak like they already burned their tongues. It's backwards, in my opinion.

"I still have some work to finish up in Times Square Mia, but after today we will have the rest of the week to hang out until school starts back up. Do you have to work today?"