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04 - You're Still Little Miss Grumpy Melissa Aren't You?

04 - You're Still Little Miss Grumpy Melissa Aren't You?

        I wake up to a loud knock on my front door.

       I quickly check my phone for any texts from Jess, because if this was her that came over she would let me know first with her idea of a casual text, which is never casual.

        The text usually said the said something on the lines of: Bitch, open up your Queen awaits, or something that announces her presence in a hysterical way, which is one of my favorite traits, she can make anything funny and makes everyone upset happy in seconds.

        When I see that there is no new messages I know it isn't her that the door.

     "Fuck." I mumble then fix my hair, so I don't scare away the visitor, we never get visitors - let alone surprise ones.

      We rarely get visitors anymore, not since my mom died. The last time we got visitors was about two years ago and it was all my dad's drunk buddies, it was terrible.

     I decide to skip taking my pill, I will do that later — not taking it once won't effect anything, hopefully.

        I walk downstairs mumbling profanities and complaining about my lack of sleep, it took me nearly an hour and a half trying to get my dad out of the car and into bed last night.

        I open the door and see the person I least expected to be here, Evan.

    "You answered!" he exclaims then chuckles. "When we were kids there was no getting you up before ten on the weekends."

     "I guess." I mumble, smiling slightly at his good memory. "Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here? I was asleep."

        "To talk,” he says with a duh tone, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world and should automatically know. "Of course you were asleep." he rolls his eyes and chuckles.

        “Oh," I say slightly surprised. "Come in then."

        I move out of the way so he can come in then I notice he is still in his pajamas.

        "Why do you have your pajamas on still?" I chuckle sitting down on the couch.

        "Why not?" he shrugs while sitting down on the same couch hesitantly, then clears this throat. “So —“

        “So, what do you want to talk about?" I ask awkwardly, I haven't talked to him like this is years.

        “You," he says then smirks and leans forward. "Fill me in."

        "It's not that easy." I sigh and beat my lip.

        "How? Just tell me,” he insists while pouting.

        "First I want to ask you a question." I say, then he nods. "Why are you taking a sudden interest in me?"

        "I opened up my eyes,” he says gently and I look and him confused. "I noticed how sad you looked. Then I looked back, and I remembered all those times you look so upset and I never said anything."

        “Oh," I say surprised. "Just saying, even though one day you randomly decide to be my friend again doesn't mean I am going to trust you right away."

        "I know, I regret ignoring you after your mom died,” he sighs and I can see a hint of sadness in his eyes, which means that he is truly sorry. “I’m so sorry about that."