When I got home my dad had yelled at me. I yelled back. I went into my bedroom for the remainder of the night. He had taken my phone as well. I propped open my window, hoping the breeze would distract me.
I was on my bed, laying on my back, feet in the air. My fingers twirled around my earbud cord. Other hand tapping along to the beat.
I looked out the window. There was a face.
Me: "FUCKING HELL!"
Pickle Guy: "Hi"
You smiled sheepishly
Me: "God damn it. What are you doing here?"
You held up your phone.
Pickle Guy: "You weren't answering"
You stayed and we talked to each other through my window. Our conversation never really making any sense. I eventually calmed down.
Me: "Seriously though, why do you like pickles so much?"
Pickle Guy: "They're good for your soul"
I laughed
Me: "What soul?"
Pickle Guy: "The one I'm in love with"
