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mattmonroevstheworld:
Matt huffed, and turned away. “No, I can’t.”
But, despite this, he kept talking. “…The reason I seem so out of place all the time is because I am.”
“The fuck? Why can’t you talk to me?”
“You aren’t out of place. You’re supposed to be here.”
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mattmonroevstheworld:
“Like who?” he asked, and his voice cracked a little. It was hard to tell if it was because he was becoming upset or if it was because he was sixteen. It definitely could be both.
“Like me. You can talk to me.”
ceciliarothsc:“Wait, he’s an angel?” Kana raised a brow, glancing over to Micah. He didn’t really look like much, but then again, neither did Spike or Raziel. She guessed he looked just about as angelic as the two of them. She wondered how Cecilia had gotten a guardian angel. Spike had said his were assigned through a family line, but he’d also said that wasn’t the norm. She guessed Cecilia must be someone worth protecting. “Yeah, I can take her back to my place, but I might need a little help getting her there. I can support her weight if she can walk, but I won’t be able to carry her if she loses consciousness.”
Cecilia felt apologetic for not being able to explain her relation to Micah fully— but most of all, she felt extremely helpless. It didn’t occur to her how irritating dependency felt, since sticking it solo at the age of 18. For a moment, she felt nostalgic. Arguably, it might’ve been the hallucinations, but she could hear— no, feel her mother’s presence. The very thought brought shivers down her spine… not just because she couldn’t remember the last time Leslie acted like a real mother, but because it brought back the very reality that she was dead. She sat there, eyes and mouth dry— wondering if the fatigue, dehydration, and nausea would be preferred over the heartache of a woman she loathed for longer than she wished. Wiping her nose with her head still hung low, she sighed after hearing them converse on how to take care of her. “I’m sorry guys,” she spoke tiredly. “This is such a huge burden.”
Micah nodded as Kana said that she might need help getting Cecilia to her place, ignoring her questions of him being an angel. He frowned as Cecilia tried to apologize.
“You’re only a burden to her, not me. This is my job.” He leaned down to pick Cecilia up, not about to listen to any protests. “Lead the way.” He said to Kana.
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ceciliarothsc:
She let out a laugh with a big smile, nodding as she began to stand. “Sure.” She took her plate and lead the way towards the living room, settling them down on the coffee table. Without asking, she quickly went to the fridge to grab two water bottles and cans of beer. “This feels like a necessity,” she laughs, plopping down beside him. “I bought a lot of alcohol before all this crap started, and never touched it. So, it’s good to know that aside from actual good, I’m stocked on a few weeks worth of alcohol if we so choose to drown ourselves every hour of the day.” Cecilia was genuinely joking, but she had to admit— when her mother died, she had those thoughts. She didn’t want to live anymore, constantly fearing for her safety. The sadness was almost too much to bare, but she’s fortunate in her ability to push on through. If she hadn’t, they wouldn’t be here today. “You wanna watch something? Or look deeply into each other’s eyes as we eat?”
“Oh hell yes.” Joel plopped down on the couch, pulling his legs up to sit criss-cross and balance his plate of food on his leg. He took the beer from her with a grateful smile. He wasn’t much of a drinker but in times like these he wasn’t going to say no to anything that would help him care less.
His smile widened into a grin as she spoke again. “Stare into your eyes, obviously. You ready for this?” He joked, turning to face her as he stuffed a bunch of noodles into his mouth.
mattmonroevstheworld:
Matt swallowed, and looked down. “Sorry. I didn’t know I did that.”
“I know you’ve had it rough. But being mopey and quiet won’t help. Trust me, I know it won’t. You have to talk to someone.”
mattmonroevstheworld:
“Okay. If you say so.”
“You just need to loosen up, dude. You put everyone on edge because you seem so out of place all the time. You know if you ever want to talk about it we can.”
mattmonroevstheworld:
“How annoying am I to her, do you think?”
“I don’t think you’re annoying. I don’t think that she thinks you’re annoying either.”
mattmonroevstheworld:
“Yeah, rugs. It’s fucking crazy.”
“So crazy.”
mattmonroevstheworld:
Instead of high-fiving Joel, he just butted his hand with his head.
“Just tell me if there’s anything you need. I know it’s a lot to adjust to. Like rugs in the kitchen...”
mattmonroevstheworld:
Matthew shrugged. “No, not really. She’s cool, and I know why we have to.”
“Cool. You rock, man.”
iansignorance:
He knotted the garbage bags and tossed them aimlessly towards the back door, mentally engraving a reminder into his brain to take them out to the curb when he left to go home.“Sure you do,” Ian mocked with a clap of his hands, awarding his friend a goofy smile. Then, he rolled his eyes, the grin collapsing into an irritated frown. “She’s got a kid, single mom, I’m a man and can handle it, overtime pay, yadda yadda.” Ian waved his hands, beginning to move the lady’s premade arrangements back to the shelf before register. “It doesn’t take me that long it’s just annoying because most of the time, dumb-fucks like you come in when we’re closed.” He glanced at Joel, the corner of his lip quirking up as he smirked at the other man.
“Wow, gee, thanks man. At least I didn’t come in wanting you to do anything. And I’m helping you.”
mattmonroevstheworld:
“Well– yeah, I know.”
“Sorry. I just- You don’t mind living with her, do you?”
iansignorance:
Ian’s eyes rolled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as they spread into a sheepish grin. “Whats-her-face just left for the night, I gotta do shit.” The man pushed himself to his feet, brushing his palms together as he moved towards the supply closet, grabbing a broom. “If you got an interest in helpin’ me get said shit done, then sure.” Assuming the other man was picking up his words, Ian thoughtlessly tossed the brook in Joel’s direction, using a bare arm to swipe spare thorns, leaves and other disembodied parts of flowers into a garbage bag he held in his other hand. “You don’t have’ta sweep well just…do a mediocre job and I’ll be satisfied.”
Joel made a face as Ian said that he had to work. He caught the broom (barely) as it was thrown to him, making the best of things and beginning to sweep up. He didn’t mind the work. His job at the Squeeze-In had become pretty voluntary and he missed the structure that it had offered to his life before.
“I know how to sweep, bro.” He laughed, glancing over at Ian. “So why does what’s-her-face get to leave you to do all the closing work?” He asked curiously.