Can't Help It

4.

Quinn

It's been 5 weeks.
I've been in this dreaded place.
For 5 weeks.
I would say it's been absolutely terrible.
That is, if Awsten didn't visit almost every day.

He brought flowers every week.
White and yellow roses.
They're my favourite.
Turns out, they're his favourite too.
We've learned a lot about each other.

Turns out we're both bisexual.

We mainly talked over the weeks.
We watched a few movies.
We played a few board games.
We played a few cards games.

He did a lot of drawing while he was here.
Although he never showed me them.
He always hid them.
Although I don't know why.

I've got 1 more week to sit in this place.

Unless something goes wrong.

But it shouldn't.

It's Wednesday morning.
Exactly 0623.
Awsten should be here between 0627 and 0631.
That's when he usually arrives.
I look outside.
It's snowing.
It's March.

Why is it snowing almost mid March?

It barely snowed throughout winter.
Yet here we are mid March.
With snow.

I notice the window is slightly open.
I get up from the bed.
I've not moved much while I've been here so this will be fun.
I lean against the wall as I walk.

I make it to the window.

I close the window and turn around.
Now to go back.

Just then, Awsten walks in.
With the white and yellow roses at hand.
Just like the last few weeks.
He looks up at me.

And starts giggling.

I scowl at him

"You gonna help me or not?"

"Yeah of course. Hold on."

He continues laughing.
He puts the roses in the vase.
He takes his jacket and bag off.
He puts them on the chair.
He walks over to me and helps me to the bed.

"Thanks," I say through gritted teeth.

"No problem."

"So, how's the snow?"

"It was pretty unexpected, I mean, considering its March."

I smile.

I then feel a breeze.
I look at the window.

"Aw for fuck sake."

I didn't close the window properly.

"What is it?"

I point at the window.

"Go close that please."

He turns around.
And starts laughing again.

"You got up to close the window, even though you can barely walk, and you didn't even close it properly?"

I scowl at him again.

"That is correct. Can you close the window now please?"

He gets up, still laughing, and closes the window.
He sits back down.

"How have you been since yesterday?"

"Well, I'm stuck here all day. Mostly by myself. The food tastes horrible. The TV has about three channels, of which I don't like and I'm not allowed my phone. The best part of my day is when you show up, although that isn't every day. So I mean, I'm not all that good."