Bus Stop

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        I'm guessing it has been hours since I've been bent over my laptop, trying to make my blog perfect. The bottom of my Macbook Air burned fiercly on my bare hairy thigs. I rubbed my eyes constantly. Man, was I tired. I took a glance at my alarm clock, sitting on the nightstand. It was three o'clock in the morning. I ran my hands through my hair and stretched, letting out a big yawn. I think it's time I finally got some sleep. I'll perfect my blog later, I thought. I logged off of Tumblr and closed my laptop

 

        I got off my bed, putting my numb feet on the cold, hard tiled floor. I carefully placed my laptop in my empty drawers where all my electronics were laid out. After I closed my drawer, I let my tired eyes wander about my bedroom for a bit. I looked at the wrinkled white sheets and the dark brown curtains. Then, I let my gaze fall on my poster. My poster was a map. I don't mean to sound like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., but I have a dream. I wanted to travel the world, and on my miniature world map, I pinned all of the places I wanted to go. I let out a hugh sigh, at the moment, my dream was far from becoming true. I walked over to my bed and collapsed on it, snuggling myself in to the sheets and shifting around like a small cat.  I nuzzled up with my pillow and brought the sheets closer to my head, midway to my neck. Ready to close my eyes and fianlly go to sle--.

 

        "JOSHUA WILLIAMS!!" My mom yelled.

 

        You know that feeling when you are so comfortable in your bed, then all of a sudden you have to piss, and you are left with debating with yourself whether you should go to the restroom or hold it? Yeah, I have that feeling right now. I'm twenty-three and she still has shit to say. Like, what in the hell did I do this time?

 

        "What in the hell you did Joshua Williams? Let me, tell you what you did. " My mother spatted. She stood in the doorway in her dull work attire, with on hand on her hip, and the other balled up into a right fist; a tired, but perplexed look fixed unto her face. I arched my left eyebrow. I guess I said that part out loud.

        She marched into my room and yanked the cover off my bed, pulling me by hte ear into the living room.

      

  "You see this?" She said gesturing to the messy living room, "Look at this mess! If you can't clean up after yourself, I'm gonna--"

 

        "Mom! I think you failed to realize that I'm not the only one living in this house with you. Jordan is still living here you know I would never do a mess like this. You know that I'm not comfortable living in an unclean environment. So go yell at somebody else. I have no time for that shit." I interrupted her nonchalantly.

 

        She gavee me a hard, cold look, and her eye began to twitch.

 

        "Get out of my house." She snarled, pushing my chest making me stumble back in the direction of the door.

        "Okay. Fine!" 

        I flung the door open, and slammed it behind me. i took in a deep breath of the cold, harsh air and stuffed my hands in my pocket. Breath in, breath out, I mentally coached myself. I began to clam down and breathe out my stress and worries. That's when I heard a loud bang

        Supposedly, I don't really think my mom is over this. First off, when she came outside she slammed the door. Secondly, the next thing she was about to say wasn't a happy person talking. In fact, I didn't even know if this was my mother speaking to me.

        "I didn't mean to get out of my house for some air. Joshua. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of working my ass of for a twenty-three year old who has yet to find job. When you graduated, it saddened me because you were leaving, but it also took  great stress from my back. What I asked you to do was to pack your bags and get out of my house for good." She told me this like it was nothing. Then sheturned on her heel and left.

 

         "Excuse me?" A high pitched voice called. "Sir, are you okay?" 

        I shook my head quickly, shuddering at the faded memory inside my head. 

        "Yeah. I'm fine." I said looking down.

        My mind was still of the fight I had with my mom. After she told me to leave, I pleaded to her. She agreed to let me to stay, but there's just one tiny catch. It wasn't the heardest thing in the world. It's the smallest thing ever. Well, not really. The reason why I'm at this bus stop now? Well, I had to get a job and help her pay the house. One slip up and I was out, and that was a promise she said. I never thought that my mother would be so cruel.

        "It doesn't seem like it. It was like... you were like.. in a trance. It was really creepy." She replied while expressing her "sentence" with hand gestures. 

        I just chuckled. Not because what she said was funny. But the way she tried to express it was kinda cute. It was also cute that she was trying to start small talk with me. Or I think it's small talk. I don't know, I don't care. She is trying to have a conversation, right?

        "Why did you chuckle?" 

        "You are really nosy for a girl who seems quiet and reserved." I commented, bringing my eyes to her face. She was absolutely gorgeous now that I got a closer look.

        "I would say something but that'll be too harsh. I don't wanna see a little boy cry." She replied casually while unwrapping a lollipop and it into her mouth.

        "Who are you calling a little boy? Don't you see these muscles?" I began to flex my muscles and shot my classic charming smile.  

        "What muscles? You mean those twigs?" She said pointing at my biceps. "Yikes."

        "The name is Joshua but they call me Josh." I gave her my hand.

        "The name is Elizabeth but they call me Liz." She replied in a mocking tone and shoke my hand.

        "Nice to meet you." I smiled.

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