Life, When You've Got Nothing Left to Lose
Chapter 2
I sat there for a minute, feeling the breeze whip my hair across my face, breathing in the smoke.
"Eh... I'd have to say... okay."
I responded, scratching my nose.
"Oh, really? Well I...
Whoa, sorry."
He said, breathing into the phone deeply.
Thank god he noticed. He was always supposed to know when I was feeling like fuck.
"What's wrong?"
"How about... I just got kicked out of my house.
I'm sitting in the park with my things.
I can't go back."
I said, sounding a little sarcastic and harsh.
I didn't hear anything from the other line until...
"Fuck."
I laughed. "Fuck yeah."
He sighed over the phone once more.
"Because... ?"
He said, with a tired tone.
"Because she..."
He might think I still do the drug...
"She found my smokes and my OLD drugs."
I said, hoping it would work.
Moments of silence went by, and I didn't care. When someone died or got hurt, we would sit for hours on the phone, not talking.
"I'm coming. Our tree?"
He said, finally.
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
I closed the phone and watched the sun duck beneath the trees, as if it were hiding from something.
"Eh... I'd have to say... okay."
I responded, scratching my nose.
"Oh, really? Well I...
Whoa, sorry."
He said, breathing into the phone deeply.
Thank god he noticed. He was always supposed to know when I was feeling like fuck.
"What's wrong?"
"How about... I just got kicked out of my house.
I'm sitting in the park with my things.
I can't go back."
I said, sounding a little sarcastic and harsh.
I didn't hear anything from the other line until...
"Fuck."
I laughed. "Fuck yeah."
He sighed over the phone once more.
"Because... ?"
He said, with a tired tone.
"Because she..."
He might think I still do the drug...
"She found my smokes and my OLD drugs."
I said, hoping it would work.
Moments of silence went by, and I didn't care. When someone died or got hurt, we would sit for hours on the phone, not talking.
"I'm coming. Our tree?"
He said, finally.
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
I closed the phone and watched the sun duck beneath the trees, as if it were hiding from something.