De Santa (A Grand Theft Auto V story)

Chapter Thirty One

"Hi, Chelsea!" Wade smiled and quickly wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey, Wade," I grunted. Wade released me and looked me over in confusion.

"Why are you here?"

"Trevor has a guest over and it's a little crowded for me. I know it's sudden, but would you mind if I crashed here for a night or two?"

"Like a slumber party?"

"Yeah, like a slumber party."

"I haven't been invited to a slumber party in a long time! The last time I went to one, we got caught showing our pee-pee's to each other."

"Why did you do that?"

"We were measuring...I lost."

"Oh, Wade..." I sighed. "So, is that a yes?"

"O-Okay, but you don't have a pee-pee."

"No, I don't. And if I did, I still wouldn't show you it." I chuckled. "However, I did bring my mom's spaghetti and some garlic bread."

"Yay!" I followed Wade inside and sat my bag on the floor beside his couch. It was horribly stained and smelled like piss and beer.

"This is a...nice couch, Wade." I forced a smile.

"Thanks! I found it on the side of the road somewhere. Trevor helped me move it."

"That was nice of him." I looked the rest of the place over and hid my horror as I did so. The carpet was stained and the floor was littered with beer cans, dirty clothes, empty bags, which I assume once held meth, the sink was full of dirty dishes, and overflowing trash bags filled the corner of the kitchen. "You hungry?"

"Yeah!" I carried the spaghetti to the kitchen and cleared a spot on the table for us as Wade grabbed some paper plates and forks along with two cans of Pißwasser. I served Wade a portion and tucked a dish towel into the neck of his shirt. Before I could even dish myself out my own dinner, Wade had already gone to town on his spaghetti. "This is really good, Chelsea!" Wade smiled with a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Thank you." I smiled, resisting the urge to tell him how to eat in his own house.

"How do you make it?"

"Everything is made from scratch." I insisted. "My mom taught me when I was little."

"You should be a chef at a restaurant or something!"

"Thanks, but it's not in the cards for me."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Well, I wanted to be a psychologist, but that dream went down the drain."

"Why?"

"It's...complicated." I sighed. "Anyways, forget about all that, you just eat as much as you want, okay?" After I had finished eating, Wade began on his second big plate. While he ate, I took the liberty of starting to clean his place. He lived alone with no one to help him, and that was just heartbreaking. What kind of family abandons a family member who has a mental disability? Drugs or not, that isn't something a family does.

I took the trash out to the dumpster and gathered the dirty laundry to start a wash, but stopped when I realized that Wade didn't have a washer or dryer. "Hey, Wade?" I called out. "Where are your washer and dryer?"

"I don't have any, costs too much." Wade insisted. "I wash my clothes in the sink." I looked over at the sink and grumbled under my breath. Half of the dishes had a thick layer of mold growing with countless dead and alive maggots. My stomach instantly churned.