Anything {Catfish & the Bottlemen}

5

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
...
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I sat up, realising I couldn't ignore my phone any longer. When I looked at the display, the screen read Van <3. Despite all my best efforts not to, I answered it. "What?" I said, tired and cranky, unsurprisingly with it only being 6am on a Sunday.
"I'm sorry for last night, love. For springing all that on you. I just wanted to let you know I'd leave you be; I'll avoid the chippy on weekends and I'll wait until you're ready. But remember, anything you need. Call me." The line went dead. Why couldn't he have just said that in a voicemail? I thought. Either way, I was lost for words and for thought, unsure of what to do next. Instead of making any tough decisions at that time of a morning, I laid back down, and went back to sleep.

—

Once again, I awoke. But this time at 9:30, a much more suitable time for a Sunday morning. I shuffled out of bed, not even bothering to check my phone, and went straight to the kitchen for a coffee. For the first time in weeks, I'd got a Sunday off. I had no plans whatsoever, so I made the decision to stay in and watch Netflix, before I got back to my... "productive"... lifestyle tomorrow.

The day went slowly, but I finally felt relaxed. I couldn't believe it was only Sunday; with the weekend I'd had it felt like weeks had passed. However, no thinking about Van. He'd made his message clear this morning. We were living separate lives now.

That was gonna hurt.

5pm finally came round and I decided to take a break from my diet, so I ordered in a Chinese from the local, ordering the usual: Chinese chicken curry with egg fried rice and a large bottle of coke to go in the fridge to enjoy later; possibly with a splash of vodka.

The door buzzed, so I ran downstairs to collect what I thought to be my dinner. What I was faced with instead shocked me.

"Larry?!" I exclaimed.