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i just need my friend,
the only one who gets it
zion felt like his head was spinning. he felt the throbbing pain cluster on the left side of his head, groaning as he sat up in bed. his hair was a mess, his face was probably puffy as ever and he felt as though his throat was sandpaper—but that's what he gets for crying. crying himself to sleep for the last couple of days and not bothering to take care of himself.
"look who's awake." a voice chirped, footsteps heard on his carpeted bedroom floors. june soon stood by his door, a mug in her hand. "hi." he spoke, his raspy voice taking him back. june walked closer, handing him the cup. "it's hot water with honey and lime. sip slow. after get dressed, we're going out to eat." zion blew on the drink, putting it to his lips and sipping the warm liquid slowly. the traces of honey sweetened the taste, but he winced as the lime settled on his sore throat.
"shit." he closed his eyes for a minute, taking a pause. "it's going to hurt a bit, babe. but you have to finish it. it'll make you better." at her last words, zion looked at her, as if to say 'bullshit' to her statement. june sighed, scratching the back of her neck. "poor choice of words. sorry." she leaned against the wall, arms folded as he continued to sip from the dog decorated mug she got him for christmas.
"i got us a spot at that one place you like down by the pier. eleven-thirty." zion looked at his clock to see the time of nine o'two on it. "june, do we have to?" the girl nodded, not about to take any of his protests. "yes. no more moping around. i let you have your two weeks but you got to get back out and see humanity, nigga. been locked up for years. and i'm not taking no for an answer!"
zion watched as she walked out, leaving him with his thoughts. he didn't want to go anywhere; the thought alone getting him to flinch. he would much rather stay inside, with his music and his pizza rolls.
he finished the drink and surprisingly his throat—although still a little sore, felt good for the most part. he put the mug on his night table and with all the energy he could muster, stood up from his bed.
"let's get this over with." he mumbled, walking to his bathroom.
"well look who cleans up nice." june leaned against the counter in his kitchen as he walked out his room. he rolled his eyes and walked to her, putting his mug in the sink. "it's a t-shirt and jeans, j." june shrugged, finishing up the tea she drank.
"beats the messy pajama bottoms, if you ask me." she put her cup in the sink and walked over to his couch, picking up her tote bag. zion watched her, his eyes soon looking around his living room. it was cleaner than he remembered; everything back in its place and sorted.
"did you...clean?" june stood up straight, a smile on her dark brown painted lips. "yup, you needed it. now come on." she grabbed his hand, pulling him to the door before he could even comment on her cleaning his place. she locked it once they were both out, turning around to see zion looking right at her, a frown on his face.
"come on, z. we're going to miss the train." zion grumbled but nonetheless, followed her to the elevator. he was solely doing this to make her happy. lord knows he wasn't trying to be happy.
he looked down at his feet, his black air forces contrasting with the white elevator floor. he wanted to be home. he looked to june, who was looking up at the numbers changing. she was wearing a pair of black jean shorts with a white cropped top and a mustard yellow, opened dress shirt. she also had on black air forces, however the check and details of the shoes were in white. her thick hair was pulled back into a slick ponytail, her coils in a big puff behind with her baby hairs slicked.
