The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Twenty

We were outside, "I'm exhausted," he stated as he ran his fingers through his hair. The shade wearing musician seemed extra blunt tonight.

Where did the shades even come from?

I felt really cold as we walked down the street, my swimmers were providing next to no warmth. He stopped at the end of the road; I just wanted to see if he could get it right. "Smith Road, right?" he asked. I smiled as I nodded. We walked to the end of Smith Road in complete silence.

We came to the end of it and stopped, he looked around almost dumbly. "Then we go right, right?" he asked looking down the road.

I snorted, "Nope. Left," I pointed down the other way and he didn't say anything. I sighed, I know what this is, I was just his talking map, "do I need to draw you another map?"

I had drawn him about three over the past few weeks, and he somehow manages to lose all of them. "No," he replied, "I still have the one you gave me. I just have it in my apartment."

I nodded, my idea confirmed. When I expressed it, he didn't reject it, he remained silent. I shrugged it off; if we didn't bring back some beer then we'd be the victims of a brawl. "Come on then," I urged as I turned left, he followed behind me. I slowed down so he was either next to me or close to overtaking me.

*

He made us get lost once this time, which was an improvement to last time.

We walked in, "can you carry the basket?" I asked handing the red one to him. He didn't object as he took hold of it. I ran my fingers along the several different types of packaging. Some were smooth, rough, barely gave me a paper cut or threatened to open upon my touch.

We found the beer, there were several cases. So much so that Isaac was having trouble carrying it. "Do we really need this much?" he asked when he had to put it down; I was still even holding two cases.

I nodded, "you know how much everybody drinks," I informed, "the last party's wasn't even enough and you saw how much there was. Oh! And we need to get snacks," I exclaimed as I disappeared around the corner. I heard Isaac grunted and the musical clinking of bottles on bottles and cans tapping cans.

"Why do we need snacks?" he called as I got to the chips section.

"Because we don't have any," I called back as I scooped up enough to fill four large bowls. You'd think we're a family of wolves.

"Why don't you just make some?" he asked as he appeared, he wasn't straining anymore to carry it.

"Well I don't really cook for people that much," I replied.

"You cook for me," he replied, "and you're not bad at it either. Some of it is pretty good."

I wasn't sure to feel flattered or not. "Thanks?" I managed to say as I dropped the chips in his basket on top of the packs of beer. "If you're still hungry afterwards I'd be happy to make you some spaghetti or something." I showed off some fettuccini, "I like Italian food."

He shrugged, "so long as it's edible, sure."

I nodded, "okay..." He must really love his music so much if he doesn't care what he eats.

I bought all the foods and Isaac held onto most of the bags for me. When I looked at my watch, I was surprised how long it had taken us to do the beer run.

We went outside, "why are you worried about time?" he asked.

"If I stay away for too long everybody may tease me about hogging you or something," I informed, "or accuse you of flirting."