Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: We're not friends

TALKING TO YASSEF has become easier than I would have ever thought. He’s respectful which is a really  good thing and atleast now I know he doesn’t treat me like a twat. Before, he admitted of the fact that he always took me as someone who doesn’t do anything at all. But now, we’re Actually showing ourselves who we really are. 

Yassef doesn’t talk to me as much as a couple should, but he definetly does talk to me more than before. We do speak, about anything and everything but we still aren’t to the extent where we laugh with each other and tell each other jokes.

That can use some progress.

He is still his anti social self, not to mention the fact that he is out nine hours of the day. He left this morning by telling me he was leaving.  He never tells me he was leaving. But the end that conversation we had in the park changed a lot of things.

When he came home today, Yassef sat in front of me while I was eating me diner before I head to bed. He didn’t want to eat anything, but just sat in front of me. I have made some preoflgress on my laziness. I started to get up and get more active, going outside for walks and joggs.  Sometimes I’d even attempt to cook. 

“How was your day?” I casually asked him while I brought my plate into the sink to wash it.

He smiled. And I hardly ever see him smile, “It was okay. How was yours?”

Everytime when he’d come home from work, he’d be a sappy old mess who wanted nothing but to sleep and ignore my presence.  Today, he was different, still awoke with a large perpetual smile on his face “Alright. I decided to go out and check out the city today.  Maybe even jog around downtown. Was fun for me” I Replied after a while.

I had some questions in my head that I wanted to ask him. Last week, I finally got an email back from the college I applied for LAST YEAR. They are willing to accept me into their school if I pay all cost. I agreed to pay all costs so I’m planning on getting a job. And I have no idea how Yassef would feel about it, which is exactly why I should ask.

“oh and—” I tried to add in, “I uh—I’ve been accepted to this university As long as I pay cost since I didn’t really get a scholarship. And like they want me to pay for it, to be honest I’m kind of tired of staying home watching compilations of child fails so I thought I should maybe—”

“Get a job and pay the cost?” he stood up making his way to kitchen, “I think you should do it”

That was easier than I thought, “I- well yeah I mean—thanks” I cleared my throat since I was legitimately out of words, “ It’s just a part time job. The rest of the day I can watch my shows”

“Why not full time?” he brought his hand up to scratch his head in confusion, “You earn more money. The longer you work, the more money you get to even spend on yourself”

He really was helping me right now, “And when exactly would I watch my shows?”

“On the weekends. You need to learn how to prioritize things. To earn money, you need a job”

And that all he said before he walked off to our room, assuming he slumped in bed again. 

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I had three options for a full time job:

1) Plumber
2) Thrift shop cashier
3) And an employee for a diner.