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Running already wasn’t my favorite thing to do in the world. I wouldn’t say it was in the top ten. Really, it wasn’t even in the top twenty. If I had to rank it, I’d put it after scrubbing my bathtub. Maybe even after cleaning the baseboards, and nobody liked doing that.
Girl same
I wanted to watch some TV while I cooled down. Then I’d have dinner, shower, squeeze in my last lesson, maybe finish reading my book while I ate that rocky road, and finally go to bed. Just like every day.
I grabbed the remote from beside the map and turned on the TV. “…I’m tellin’ you it was got-damn ANGELS! The po-lice tried to say it had to be some weather phenomenon. Call it whatever the h-e-double-l you wanna call it, but that weren’t no storm out there. It were angels!”
Picturing and hearing Angry Grandpa
I was going to play myself a sad little violin.
Cue the sad violin track from Spongebob
I didn’t have any powers, if you didn’t count my rare but epic stomachaches.
I missed hugs. I missed them a lot. Hugging yourself didn’t release any oxytocin in your body, so it didn’t have the same effect as getting one from another person.
He’d have to be okay with me being… me.
If it were me, that's a lot to ask for
I’d just been joking earlier when I thought Things Going Wrong was the story of my life. I was never going to joke about that shit again.
He was unreal. A wet dream in the flesh. Perfection.
Because that would be my luck, finding one of the most well-known people in the world and then having him die in my house immediately afterward.
I didn’t think anybody would be dumb enough to try and kidnap someone who could bat a 50 caliber round away like it was a gnat. On the other hand, people ate laundry detergent, so….
How about slices of turkey breast?” How he managed to tell me to fuck off with my turkey breast without actually moving his lips, almost impressed me.
Because my gut said this man wasn’t a ball of sunshine. I had a feeling he wasn’t even a night-light.
What he was, was seeming like a pain in the ass,
I couldn’t look at anything but his face, and I knew it. He would notice. And I had self-control. I really did. There was a box of cookies that I managed to only eat two of at a time.
If I had holy water, I would have put some in a spray bottle and squirted him with it, just to see what happened.
He faced forward again, this time looking thoughtful even though his expression was still that normal, pissy, tight one that told me how he would rather be anywhere but here. Same here, Sleeping Superhero Beauty.
An angel of death with that personality but an angel.
He almost looked at peace. Then again, so did Venus flytraps at a distance.
Being nice, kissing ass, was so much fucking work.
I don’t want to be found by certain people, and that has nothing to do with you.
This better not be another Heavy situation
He said nothing as he kept staring at me. Glad we got that sorted.
I hoped he was right about getting out of here sooner than later. I hoped… I hoped he would talk to me a little more too, just in case.
It was so bad it was good.
Word. Fuck granola bars
He gave me a long look before saying, “That’s not funny.” “It kind of is.” “It’s not.” “It is, but it’s okay. Not everyone has a sense of humor. It’s no big deal.”
“I don’t like… your tone of voice.” I really got way too much of a kick out of this. “I don’t really like yours either, if I’m going to be honest.” I paused. “You probably think Halloween is a comedy.”
Lmfaoooooooo
Some people say that the opposite of love is fear. But the truth was, without fear, there can’t be love. If you can’t worry about losing something you find precious, it probably isn’t all that valuable to you in the first place.
Even with my head on the verge of bursting, I’d gotten a good look at everything. Including his chest. The chest. The chest to end all chests.
“You haven’t brushed your teeth in I don’t know how long, back up,” I managed to whisper, annoyed with him for being irritated with me while I already felt like poo. The truth was, I couldn’t really smell his breath, but that was my secret. He wasn’t going to be the only one to talk trash, even if I felt like a steaming pile of it.
“I’ve never taken care of anything.” Oh. “I’ve never been around anyone this sick,” he admitted just as low. But here he was.
OKAY ALRIGHT LET'S GET THIS MUTHAFUCKING BALL ROOOOOOOOLLIN
It wasn’t going to be the cartel that got me; it was going to be pneumonia or whatever this shit was.
I barely heard him say, “You can call me Alexander.”
Turning my cheek, I buried my face a little closer into his firm chest. I had no energy. I wasn’t hungry either, and I was always hungry.
“If something happens to me… I hope every person in this building gets a paper cut on their tongue. I’m going to poltergeist them, don’t try and talk me out of it.”
He was already doing so much.
Not really tho
“Want to know a secret?” I whispered. I felt his “hmm” more than heard it. “I used my underwear as toilet paper in the other room and hid it. I hope they throw up when they find it.”
Why is this the grossest and funniest shit ever??? :')
Tilting it, I met the smooth skin on his neck and cheeks and pushed the words out, ignoring the dryness and the burn in my throat as I said, “Did I die?”
CAN U STFU??? WITH YOUR DYING SHIT???!!!???
The door popped open like it was nothing. Like taking candy from an ant. Not even a baby, an ant.
