MEALS ON WHEELS

         being a med student basically only meant that she was in a HELL of a lot of debt, and wasn’t really making much money back. she didn’t have much time for a job, her studies consuming her all of the time and her perfectionist ways forcing her to be the very best. ultimately, this forced her to need a roommate, and her ex was the only one who had a place for her. sure, she didn’t like it too much either, but she was desperate at this point. “thanks for, uh... inviting me in, and all.”

          “what the fuck.” he mumbles to himself, his head shaking. “what the fuck... what the fuck!” give him a second, he’s in a little bit of disbelief. “you broke things off with me years ago, i was so in love with you, and you just.. told me you didn’t love me. i was heartbroken, i’d never loved anyone so fuckin’ much. and now, here you are, years later, telling me this, right as i’m about to propose? i have a new significant other, a new life, and now a ring, and you’re here now and i... can’t propose.” he shook his head, speaking out loud. 

cherry, being cherry and not having the best social skills in the world was having a bit of trouble getting the waitress’ attention. she understood that the woman was busy, but cherry wanted to get the hell out of there. she was anxious and embarrassed, and at this point couldn’t handle another person staring at her. finally she gave up on trying to get the waitress’ attention, slumping back into her booth and hoping she made her way over to her soon. she jumped when she heard an unfamiliar voice  talking to her, her eyebrows furrowing. “oh, oh, uh... no, i think you have the wrong person. i’m sorry.”

   cherry: right, sorry    cherry: i’ll shut up    cherry: im just gonna come now

     zeppelin: if you insist, yes      zeppelin: if soon is now

      zeppelin: UR RIGHT       zeppelin: im kidding . u absolutely dont have to

          cherry: i was just double checking           cherry: sorry

          it’s been almost an hour now. the waitress keeps coming over, asking if she’s ready to order. no, no, please, they’ll be here soon just... wait. it’s a pathetic plea, and she can tell the waitress is getting sick of it, but she’s simply holding onto hope. this was one of the first first dates she’d ever been on. she’d met some dude on tinder that she’s been talking to for weeks now and finally got the courage to meet up with him. to her dismay, he truly didn’t seem to want to meet her. people were staring now, giving her sad looks as she anxiously sent him yet another text, gazing out the window and hoping he’d show up any moment. finally losing hope, she  shook her head, looking around to see if she could fine the waitress and ask for the bill for the few drinks she’d gotten. 

“eh, not really, i live alone.” she shook her head, in reference to his comment about roommates. truly, she did feel bad for him. nothing could of been as embarrassing as being locked outside and banished to sit on the ground. “you wanna come  in? that ground is hard as a rock.”

          “you NEED to stop saying that i almost died.” he mumbled, his head shaking as he sits up a bit. “it’s freakin’ me out. i know i died, i get it, but the more you talk about it the more it freaks me out.” nightmares. it’s been a week since the accident and he’s only having frequent nightmares about it, they’re haunting his dreams and he can’t get away from them, no matter how hard he tries. 

           “i can’t sleep again,” she murmurs into the phone. it was three in the morning, and her life was full of constant nightmares invading her space. she felt that no where was safe, and it’d been that way for around a month now. every door and window was locked, she was curled under covers, yet nothing was safe. she felt exposed. “i - i’m sorry that i call, like... every night.” she shakes her head. she truly thought that she was making progress, but she clearly had been mistaken.

          zeppelin: u know what i really hate talking in the third person           zeppelin: you VERY much deserved it            zeppelin: and im glad you liked it