Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 57.: Snappy

Keys rattle in my front door's lock at 6 a.m. and I barely give it a glance. I am even less interested when Annabelle is the one to walk in, and she is surprised to see me sitting on the ground in my living room, watching cartoons, while Devon is fast asleep in my lap.

To clarify, no, I didn't fucking sleep. I couldn't.

"Good morning?" She asks very carefully. Why is she even weirded out? She's the one that's here at 6 a.m.

I hum something in response and I guess that can pass as a good morning to her.

"How come you're awake?"

I snort at her and look at her by squinting a little. My eyes are probably bloody red from staring at the TV all night. "How bold of you to assume I went to sleep at all."

Annabelle chuckles at first, since she takes it as one of my jokes. Oh, so things are funny to you now, aren't they? But God forbid you'd give me a fucking smile yesterday!

Her smile then fades and she glares at me very concerned. "Are you serious? Why didn't you go to sleep?"

Right, why didn't I think of that, huh? Going to sleep, I should probably try it. I fucking did! "And why are you here at 6 a.m.?"

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, if you have to know."

"Well, same here, lady. I woke up yesterday and couldn't go back to sleep. Are you happy now?"

Annabelle furrows her brows a little, then shakes her head in defeat. "Fine, be an ass."

She keeps herself busy with making fresh coffee, which would really suit me right now, but the longer we are silent, the weirder it gets. I for sure am not saying anything. She didn't want to talk to me yesterday, so she can enjoy the awkward silence alone. I'm gonna give her a taste of her own medicine.

"May I at least ask why are you holding Devon in your hands? Why didn't you just put him in his crib once he fell asleep?"

Well, ginger lady, you weren't here, were you! "He cried a lot."

I feel so strange right now. I feel like my face is melting like wax, but at the same time my eyes feel swollen. Not my eyelids, legit my eyes, the very balls with which I look around. That's a fucking disturbing way to describe eyes...

The smell of coffee stretches over the apartment as soon as Annabelle pours it into two cups and leaves them on the counter to cool off. At this point, feeling the way that I do, I wouldn't care if someone showered me with boiling coffee. It sure sounds like a weird ass death, but one would definitely make the headlines with it.

Why... am I thinking about things like that?

Annabelle approaches us and does exactly the opposite of what I expect her to do - she sits down next to us and looks directly at the TV where the beans and tomatoes are at it again.

"I can see the appeal of sitting here and glaring aimlessly." She nods, then looks at me from the side, waiting for my reaction. When she doesn't get any, she tries to be even funnier. "It's a little less appealing when a grown man is doing it."

I don't smile again. Even in my normal state I doubt I would. It's a stupid joke, I don't know what's up with her trying to be so bright and funny.

Her shoulder hits mine and I think I'll topple over. Luckily, I'm heavier than I think I am, and the entirety of my body mass doesn't just flop to the side.

"It's admirable that you stayed up because of Devon," she says with a tone so... sugary that I know she is smiling. She is smiling that... bubbly smile that makes her look so adorable.