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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦: (𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝)

I don't think, I'm just a machine in motion.

I got up off the bed, immediately going over to rummage around in my closet. My room looked like a hurricane had hit it. I grimaced. I'd been in such a funk lately that I hadn't really stopped to asses my living arrangements. I quickly discovered that just like the rest of my room my closet was also astray, but after digging through the piles of clothes on my floor I managed to find a black fleece Jacket somewhere in the mess. I pulled it on over my white T-shirt, managing to get done arm in before realizing I had no idea where I was even going.

As if on cue, I heard my phone buzz again. I went over to where I had left it on my bed warily, clicking the side buttons to see who the new messages were from. It was Kace. I instinctively relaxed.

𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘦: 𝘕𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘦: 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 😒

I roll my eyes at him, still in disbelief over the fact that anyone could possibly live without coffee. As I go to respond to him I give my phone a quick glance, realizing that I still hadn't answered Steph. Feeling a pang of guilt I opened her messages again quietly, reading the same line over and over again in a blank stare.

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦: 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

All I've ever wanted to do was talk to her.

I take a deep breath, messaging Kace for his address. I slip my other arm into the jacket, strolling past the sink full of dishes I haven't bothered to wash, and I'm out the door.

***

When Kace greets me at the door, he is wearing an oversized orange sweatshirt and a pair of paint stained jeans. He offers me a shy, lopsided smile before stepping aside. He's delicately holding a small paintbrush in between his thumb and pointer finger. "Um...Come on in. I just started the kettle."He says. I nod, offering a weak smile back before following him in. Immediately I see he has a canvas sitting out, splashed with a myriad of bright colors that match the interior of his trailer home. The living room is the first thing I step into, the walls a toned down shade of tannish orange. From where I'm standing I can see the dining room and kitchen as well, the kitchen painted with a bright, happy yellow color.

The kitchen leads to a dining room that looks like a completely different section of the house all together. Instead of a regular roof, there is a glass roof letting in beams of sunlight that settle over the many plants he has sitting in there. I'm baffled by how clean the place looks as well. The wooden floors seem spotless in comparison to my house.

I stand there for a moment, feeling out of place. I shove my hands in my pocket. "Do you want me to hang that up for you?" He asks kindly, stretching out a hand to take my jacket. I startle slightly, nodding and taking it off. He hangs it on a standing wooden coat rack that's close to the front door.

"The kitchens this way. Excuse the plants, I had to move some of them inside so that the rain didn't completely drown them." He mutters sheepishly. Some of them? How many plants does he have? I think quizzically. He leads me to a round wooden table and I sit down politely, hands folded as I gaze around his place in wonder.