Survival

With That Ignoramus!?

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream ~ Eminem

I'm going to live with Joshua. The simple thought provoked my joy away from leaving. How? How does she know about Joshua's living standards right now anyways?

Before I got to ask her how, she took the words out my mouth. Already thinking about the question that I was just about to ask

Mrs.Harrison is too nice... Before I left she promised me she'll take care of Alex, she offered me a apartment to stay in, and now I'm currently hearing she's paying for Joshua's expenses at a apartment, a nice one to be more precise

Where does she get this money? She takes care of foster kids, that's for sure, but does the government really give that much money? So they do care? We're riding in a broken down van just so she could pay Justin's expenses in a apartment

I'm guessing she promised him too. She does keep her promises. "I-I'll be right back" The curiousness racking the back of my brain was bothering me, not only Joshua's case, but Bruce's too

I was determined to find out. He was acting so funny, even when we spotted him and Justin at the burger joint. I could see the disappointment clear in his eyes right at the second they got a sight of me. The fun bubble surrounding them popped because I was invading it like a nail to a balloon or a finger to a bubble

I quietly closed the wooden exterior front door behind me making little to no sound. He didn't even know I was walking down the porch steps to sit next to him until one of my black pumps gave up on me. A mini heart attack was pounding against my rib cage from the small incident of the slippery last step... I hate February, it's too cold for California

"Bruce?" I said, his face was still red and full of embarrassment, I could only guess what happened upstairs "Hey, are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that question" I didn't attend for him to hear that- I didn't attend for anyone to here that, but Alex wanted to stick her nosy self into the kitchen

"Well I asked first" I pressed my hand onto his cheek to investigate why he was so red or looked so bothered. Before I could understand how, he brushed my hand off immediately like I just burned him, but he burnt me. His face wasn't only just red and full of embarrassment, but warm to the touch. If he didn't brush my hand off, I would've

It was cold outside. My hands were freezing, now they're warm- warmer than being toasted under a couple blankets

I shook my left hand at the slight over heat that was taking over as Bruce turned to me just a little so I could notice the glint of hope in his eyes "How old is Justin?" He asked, the hope and twinkle in them outlined easily from the bright moonlight glare. Every inch of him tingling in anxiousness for my answer

"Fif-" I almost responded, the vibration from my phone interrupted me. The buzz located in my black purse caused a small irritated groan to pass my red lipstick colored lips. Every-single time it does this I can't get it to stop, there was no stop button. I searched though my messy purse for the source of my growing irritation. The beeping of the phone breaking our chatter and the wall that was holding my emotions of irritation

Once the beeping finally did stop I continued with a sigh, sharing off the number of Justin's age with Bruce "But, what does that have to deal with anything?" I asked