jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit

anyway. turn out of her road, immediately ride curb bc i’m so distracted and there’s a dude there half out of his car and my mind immediately goes to Death because that’s what anxiety does. he does come out of his car, mostly in shock, because of my Complete Shit Driving, but that is all i see. i am already gone. 

my aunt had given me directions to get out of her slight maze of her neighbourhood but unfortunately i’m the person who does a complete u-turn and goes in the wrong direction to start with so naturally within two minutes i have no idea where i am. my doors: locked. my windows: up. my music: blasting bc this is how my brother set it, which will be relevant in a second. anyway i make it to a completely abandoned parking lot, which is not where i need to go and i’m not sure how i got there. i u-turn out of there and resume driving. please recall i have no idea where i’m going but i see the lights of where i am supposed to go in the distance so i naively assume driving until i hit it will get me there. well, it gets me somewhere.

i hit a dead end naturally but it is the wrong dead end. reverse, leave, try to head east, which is where i am supposed to be going. i try to turn down the nearest east-facing street but there’s a dude, car door open, one arm OUT and clearly yelling his head off. this man has flung his entire arm back behind his back, elbow straight, palm out in an attempt to bitchslap someone’s head clean off and i believe in him and don’t want it to be me so i make a quick decision to just not go down there that way at all. i take another east-- almond drive. this is the third time i’ve been on this street and it has taken me nowhere reasonable. i try it again and end up back in the same dead end. 

it is at this point that i decide to call for assistance. so i reverse out of this dead end once again and call my father. it goes to voicemail. i look at the street i’m on so i can tell him where i am, since i’m at a junction. unsurprisingly, it’s almond drive. i try again, noticing my phone is super dying. voicemail again. the radio starts playing something disturbingly like sephiroth’s theme, which i have never heard from this radio station in my life. i am assuming at this point i’m super going to die. 

i call my brother, who thankfully picks up, before i have to try to ascend through this videogame music. try to get back to aunty’s house, he tells me, work from there. alright!!! i say, way too fucking brightly for someone who has no idea where i am and has hit the same dead end twice. i hang up and notice my gas tank has started flashing empty. this is fine, in like, usual person land, because i’m like a mile and a half max from home. i can make it home with this no problem. naturally i don’t know where i am but that’s. fine. it’s fine. the radio is STILL playing this song that sounds like sephiroth’s theme so nothing is fine at all.

spoiler: i never found aunty’s house again and i still don’t know how i got out. i just kept taking right-hand turns til i hit the correct one. it looked like the right one. i assume sephiroth took pity on me. 

stumble in the door shellshocked. “you’re home early!’ dad says cheerfully and that’s why he’s dead today.