for all of two seconds, she’d considered sending him a text first. or perhaps only a text. of course, instead, she got distracted and changed his contact name from ‘DO NOT TEXT’ to ‘DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO’ – the classic battle between sober enough alice and… whatever reverse pokémon evolution she was going through. now, there was some point to her being there, right ? not where she was, physically, in that moment. but if the cosmos had allowed sal to intervene when he did, to interrupt her, then there had to be a reason. it knew she’d never want to traumatize her best friend ! ( and, yes, it was likely just the little lozenge putting all its faith in the universe, but wasn’t that better than continuing to find life pointless ? maybe it was, who was she to say ? but, in that moment, there was a reason. )
furthermore, there was something that had possessed her to go to him, wasn’t there ? to go to public enemy number one – twice ? but, this time, it was not because she needed a ride ( walking around manhattan late at night may be dangerous, but she figured she was already doing one of the dangerous things they talked about when lecturing on safety ! to hell with ‘just say no’ ! ). she was on a mission this time around, having been cognizant enough to type out just what she was going there for in case she forgot ! ( but not cognizant enough… to text him ? )
with seemingly no regard for his privacy, she rapped three times on the door ( she’d gotten turned around a fair amount on the way there, had knocked on a few wrong doors – she wasn’t a gps – but the point remained ). when the door opened and a brief mental facial scan concluded that it was, indeed, phoenix, she didn’t need that note to remember what she was going to say. just seeing him was enough to make her recall with ease. “ so, do you… get it now ? ”
life went on as it did when someone was exposed at masters– yeah being interrogated by the police was a nice sprinkle of drama for what would’ve been a normal ass tuesday. the only thing he relatively felt, mushy , about was the fact that he decided to defend her in the work chat. obviously he knew nothing, and wasn’t interested in anything unless it was directly coming out of her mouth. what phoenix could understand was that it was something that did not need to be rehashed in a work group chat– he’ll die on that hill, as well as the hill that klondike bars are actually trash– and anyone who knew phoenix knew how he felt about motherfuckin’ klondike bars. he dug a spoon into pint of ben & jerry’s half baked, when he heard a knock at his door. his mind quickly traced back to anything he’d done in the last few days that would warrant a visit quarter to midnight– but his conscious was clear. “ jeannie– don’t you think it’s a little late for a cup of sugar ? ” he spoke as he opened the door, assuming it was his milf-ish neighbor– moms weren’t his thing, sorry nan. his eyebrows pulled down at the sight of alice, not that he wasn’t happy to see her– more so surprised, and then worry washed over him. “ tell me you didn’t walk here. ” did he get what ? “ get it ? i’m gonna need a little more than that– i’m practically geriatric after 11 so–”
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