Krystal
Marcus and I spent the rest of the day together. It was around nine at night and I could honestly say that I felt a lot better. I didn't feel like vomiting anymore, which was great because I was getting sick and tired of that.
He sat up, "Ugh, I'm hungry again," he groaned out, throwing his head back for a dramatic affect. I found myself laughing and he looked at me with narrowed eyes, "Don't laugh at me," he whined.
I sighed, "I can ask my mom to get pizza?" I suggested, in which he nodded. I stood up from my seated position on my bed and walked to my door. I opened it and cupped my hands over my mouth, "Mom!" I shouted down the hallway.
My mother soon came out of room and looked at me with her hands on her hips, "Can I help you?" She asked, one her eyebrows raising skywards.
I smiled at her, "Can you buy Marcus and I pizza? Pretty please?" I asked, hoping she would say yes.
She let out a reluctant breath of air, "I guess. I assume you want the pepperoni with olives?" She questioned, in which I nodded yes. I watched as she went back into her room to call a pizza parlor.
I then turned and looked at Marcus, "We're having pizza," I stated. I then sat back down on my bed next to him, "Are you happy now?" I asked, laughing a little bit.
He slowly nodded, "Very, except for the fact you're tainting the pizza with olives. They're gross," he told me, crossing his arms over his chest.
I felt myself glaring at him. I don't understand people who don't like olives. They're amazing. I tilted my head and then opened my mouth to speak, "How?" I asked, very confused.
He laughed at my head tilt and then replied to my question, "Because they're disgusting," he stated without hesitation.
I found myself staring at him, dumbstruck. I then blinked a couple times, "I'm going to ignore you for the rest of the night," I notified him, turning away from him.
Growing up I always ate olives. I would eat them out of the can and I would just enjoy myself. Daisy did the exact same thing and sometimes when we stayed together we would go buy a couple cans and watch movies while eating them. Yeah, you could say we're really weird.
Marcus let out a laugh, "Are you serious?" He asked. I glanced at him, but then pulled out my phone.
My eyes scanned the message Daisy had sent to me twenty-six minutes ago:
So my mother and I are staying with Lucy Adkins until we get back on out feet. She offered, which I thought was nice.
I smiled. Lucy was always the sweet friend Daisy and I hung out with. I miss her, too, but I know it'll be a while until I see her again as well.
Marcus began to rub my shoulders, "Please talk to me?" He asked next to my ear. His voice was a low whisper.
I turned and looked at him, "Apologize for calling olives disgusting and I'll talk to you," I told him sternly. No one calls olives disgusting in front of me. No one.
He let out a sigh before reluctantly saying his apology, "I am sorry that you think olives are good. I am also sorry for thinking that they are absolutely disgusting," he spoke, his voice sounding condescending, which is not what I wanted.
I felt myself glaring at him, "I'm not feeling the apology," I replied. "If you're going to be sorry then you should at least sound apologetic."
He then rolled his eyes at me, "I'm not apologizing for my opinion, Kristi," he stated sternly.
