Odd Future Imagines

I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside. (Earl)

I'm sorry i've been so fucking MIA for months LMFAO, but yeah i'm back, for now.

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Earl's POV

I was in this deep, dark hole. I never thought I could get out. So, Tyler made me hire this chick. She's supposed to help me get out of this? Ever since moms passed away, i've just been in this room. Slowly deteriorating, as time flies by.

"Thebe?" A small female voice said.

"Yeah, you can call me Earl though." I said, slowly sitting up.

"Okay, well um, i'm Y/N. I'm your counselor, i guess." She said softly, giggling a bit.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled a bit.

"You too, well we need to get you out of this shithole." She said, as she tossed her purse to the side, hopping up. She started to clean my room. Filled with dirty dishes, clothes, and shit from the civil war.

"Uh yeah." I said, as i started to help her.

"So, have you just been, here? For months?" She said, glancing at me, before continuing to clean.

"Pretty much, i haven't seen daylight in ages." I said, shrugging.

"Let's go outside, after i clean this place." She said, carrying a stack of dishes out. I took that as a  "get ya ass ready" gesture. So i threw some random shit on, then walked downstairs.

*45 minutes later*

"Ready?" She asked, quite cheerfully.

"I guess so." I said, slipping on my sunglasses. As i walked outside, a dude almost got rebirthed. It felt kind of good, to get fresh air.

"You don't need those." She said, as she slipped them off my face.

"I don't like shit, i don't go outside." I said, rolling my eyes. "Well, often." I said, chuckling a bit.

"Well you have to like 'some' shit, right?" She said, brushing a strand of hair out of her eye.

"I like to rap, i guess." I said, shrugging.

"So you do like, some shit. And the outside." She giggled, sitting on the curb.

"I guess i do." I said, sitting beside her, smiling a bit.

"You're smiling, good." She smiled at me, before looking to her side.

"First time in forever." I said quietly, playing with the fabric on my joggers. I guess all you need, is a good friend, to see the great in you. To be able to pull you out of depression, or anything for that matter. To never give up on you.

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I know this was probably shit, but i haven't updated since world war 2 LMAO, well message me if you want an imagine. Ya know how it goes.