you are one cool old man

Me: *scatters Sal’s dinner in his room so he can’t inhale it*
Sal: *eats a few kibbles*Okay! Cool. I had my dinner and i’d like to come out now please.
Me: Okay, but there is still a lot of food in there.
Sal: FOOD?! OH MY G—– *see’s me again* Cool! I had my dinner and i’d like to come out now plea–fOOD?!
Me: Do you have one of those memories that lasts for 30 seconds?

“Hi, Mr. Ghote…Very well, thank you for asking…Um, not exactly…Well, there’s this one girl, but I don’t know…Uh-huh…Yes, sir…Okay..that works?…I’ll, I’ll try…”
Eugene is surprised, and a little flattered, at Mr. Ghote’s calling to check on him. The old man’s a friend of his Aunt Georgette, but it’s not like Eugene ever hung out with his son, who is part of the cool crowd while Eugene wasn’t part of any crowd at all in high school. But Minerva’s instructions to keep in touch with the rest of the world jibe with Mr. Ghote’s instructions on how to get  - a girl - to, um, like him, so…
Eugene chickens out of inviting Alta Mira over all by herself, but inviting her whole household over for dinner and study group is friendly without being pointed. He can do that.

“I’m afraid I didn’t look in the refrigerator before inviting y'all over -”
“This is fine, chill.”

Mr. Ghote and Lance Point would both tell him he’s a wimp for not sitting on the couch next to Alta Mira.
So. He’s a wimp. He’s always known that.

“I’m gonna head out. Thanks for dinner.”
“You’re, um, thanks for the help on the spleen stuff.”
“No probs, cutie.”
“Um -”
“Good night!”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.