Bittersweet

Part 2

~Part 2~



Lessons finish up slowly, seeming to drag out for the last hour. Maybe it's because you were thinking about the boy from the coffee shop. Maybe not. Definitely boy from coffee shop seeing as you spent nearly the whole time drawing his eyes and that smug smile of his that you only got a quick glance at. Shaking his face and clearing your thoughts, you pack up your books and hop back on the bus.

You can't be happier when you get home, hoping to lie down, relax and maybe curl up with a book. "Hey Castiel." You pick up your cat and softly play with his paws. His eyes are usually blue and calm, but now they looked, vengeful? Realization dawns that you forgot to feed him this morning when he lets out a strangled meow. "Oh god I'm so sorry." You kiss him on the top of his head and set him down.

Pacing over to the cupboard, you retrieve his food and place it in his bowl. "Now you've got me all hungry, let's have a look what's for lunch." You chuckle and open the fridge. Mumbling curses under your breath, you stand there with a grumpy face as you look at a near empty fridge, only a couple yoghurt and probably moldy cheese left, three slices of bread and really not enough to even scramble up one meal. "I'll be back." You sigh as you grab your bag that you chucked on the couch before exiting the flat.


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You're really thankful that you found a flat so close to everything because not having a car is a major problem. Luckily, there is a bus stop right across your street and it's only a five minute trip to town. You make a mental note to only buy the necessities and not to go overboard like you did a couple weeks ago. You don't really have the money right now for a ton of food anyways with fees and rent.

After half an hour of wandering the store (half of the time was spent not paying attention and going back a second time for the same item), you glance down to your basket and see that the only thing missing is milk.

Milk always makes you re-evaluate your life. Like whole cream milk, too fatty? Skim milk, am I on a diet? 2% Milk, kinda there but not quite? After a long mental battle, you decide to pick the 2% milk because you're adventurous like that. God who knows this morning you chose something different and look what happened.

You let out a slight chuckle as you see that you definitely won't be drawing milk in your notebook. "Never picked you for a 2% type, more light milk I suppose." Someone comments in the background and you swear you've hear that voice before.