The Cupcake Theory

21)What Time is it? Time to Hide From my Problems

Dedicated to TickTock_Tick for your enthusiasm which is one of my biggest encouragements

21) What Time is it? Time to Hide From my Problems.

When unexpected events come up throughout our lives we can deal with them in various ways. Like talking it through with someone close, kicking people in the shins out of anger and frustration or moving on quickly enough so you forget what just happened.

My way is a bit different but definitely efficient.

Step 1) Find the closest bed.

Step 2) lay in fetal position.

Step 3) Contemplate how I got in this situation.

So when I find my way up a flight of stairs and into a bed that's not actually mine, I don't really question it. Not until a knock on the door brings me out of my self-pity party.

Keeping myself cocooned in the covers, I refuse to move from my curled up position. I haven't finished questioning every decision I've made in my life yet.

The door squeaks open and a pair of footsteps patter in my direction.
A sigh comes from beside me and I can only assume that Sam is looking down at me with a look of pity.

"I really hope you're not hiding any food under the covers. You know these sheets are Egyptian Cotton which is made-"

I poke my head out from the warm covers "From the grains of sands in an hourglass that are slowly passing by as you waste my time. And no, I haven't eaten anything in the bed yet because all the food in this house seems to be healthy snacks like crackers and celery sticks. I don't want to eat my feelings away with a variety of vegetables that have been chopped into sticks." pulling a face of distaste. I think of all the sugary food that is probably being hidden from me at this very moment.

"Dinner is ready if you want to come stairs and eat with the rest of us, " Sam offers to politely for my liking.

"I'm not hungry, " I mumble pulling the doona back over my head.

The warm sheets are stripped off the bed in an instant "Mackenzie StClair isn't hungry? It must be the end of the world, " Sam stares at me disbelief with a stupid smirk in his face.

"Just leave me alone," I say tugging the sheets back over my head. This is getting really tiring "I want to wallow in my misery in peace thank you very much. "

A deep chuckle comes from Sam's direction "That sound pathetic, even for you, " He pauses "Do you wants to watch a chick flick or something to make you feel better?"

"Um, not really," I'm not in the mood to sit next to a complaining male all night. Also, romance movies aren't really my thing; they all have the same storyline anyway.

Meet.Kiss.Montage. Fight. Dramatic Kiss.

"But isn't that what girls do when you break up with someone? You cry your eyes out while watching The Notebook and eating a tub of nutella," he states like it's a well-known fact.

I sit up against the headboard and shake my head "As appealing as that sounds I'm going to pass on that offer. One, to break up with someone you actually have to be going out with them in the first place. Secondly, for a guy who considers himself a 'chick' expert you are pretty pathetic at actually comforting one. I still don't understand why guys find it adorable to call us a baby chicken, " crossing my arms I stare at him inquisitively.

"Well, what do you want to watch then?" Looking slightly more confused he offers a second option "We might have a couple old Disney movies downstairs if you want something cartoony."