"shut up" "whatever" | l.t. au

seis

"Do you want some cereal?" Possibly the stupidest girl I have ever met asks from the kitchen as I sit on her staircase.

I want to yell at her for some reason. I don't know why. For being dumb enough to allow strangers into her house maybe. Why should I care, though?

Her ignorance infurates some part of me, and I want to storm out of here, find a different house on this street to raid instead of wasting my time here.

But I can't leave.

I conclude that's because she seems oblivious enough to take from and nothing close to a threat. But her excessive talking is the price I'll have to pay, I suppose.

"--and people judge me RELENTLESSLY for not liking Lucky Charms, like 'Oh, but magical rainbow marshmallow goodness,' and, like, I feel that and respect that. I mean they're good. I think it's the other, like, cereal thingy pieces, right? Hahaha, it looks like CAT FOOD! Right? Right? So anyways, hahah--"

"Holy shit," I whisper, burying my palms into my eyes as the dry spot in my throat rises. She is literally making me cry.

"Oh..oh, hey, man.. It's okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, darn," she sets the cereal box down and crouches down to meet my eye level.

"You're just so annoying.." Tears roll down my cheeks. Wow, I am literally crying.

"Oh..." For a second, she looks remorseful and hurt is in her eyes. A second, maybe two later, she laughs her dumb, stoner-like laugh.

"So anyways, cereal? Or naw?!"

"Oh my god.." I close my eyes, and breathe.

"By the way, is Bill short for Billford or..?"

"It's fucking Louis."

"Hi, fucking Louis, I'm Dad."

"You--you're not even.."

"Louis is kind of a prissy gay name, isn't it?"

"You're prissy gay name!" I shout automatically, not very good at comebacks.

"Truuuu lol"

"I'm gonna kill myself," I mumble, burying my palms into my eyes again.

Why the hell. I just wanna take shit.

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why am I even posting this.