Billionaire

    Why did things have to be so damn complicated all the time? It's not like you can just live a normal everyday life singing "la la la" (not literally, but you know what I mean) in peace? But nooo, your friends have to be either one of the three D's. 1. Dying, 2. Dating, or 3. Dramaful( I don't care if that not a real word). I could deal with helping Jacob, but Ben was just a basket case. I mean, really, I had to get someone to drive Jacob home after Ben's little episode in the cat scan room, he went completely ballistic. Kicking me as I was trying to hug him. Finally, I had to resort to giving him a sering to the neck just to shut him up and calm him down, even if it might not have been perfectly legal. I had to get my chauffeur to pick us up...well because you know why. When we stopped in front of Ben's apartment complex. He was so drugged out I don't even think he knew where he was. I couldn't believe the conditions that Ben was staying in so I sent him to a five-star hotel that I knew very well. I didn't think Ben was a millionaire but I guess I didn't think that he could be a little low on cash. Of course, I couldn't talk to him about it now because he was trying to kiss my male and very straight chauffeur. Not that Ben was gay, just very confused. I made sure that he had a nice place to sleep and that there would be someone sane to help him when he woke up the next morning.

    I went home and it was about 8:00 so I had some time to think things over. I had some major life decisions ahead of me not only about Jacob but about Hannah and of course, Ashton. Where else to solve the great mysteries of life other than the place where I came up with my magical cancer drug? The shower. God, did I love my shower. It was all white with a glass door that you couldn't see through and nozzles everywhere that did everything. It smelled great, but the purpose of the shower for me was not only getting clean but coming up with great ideas. I drew a blank, well sort of. I knew what I had to do next, but nothing too far ahead in the future. I got out of the shower dried and combed my hair, and put on some pink Hollister shorts, a tank top with an easy fit Hollister top. I usually didn't wear Hollister because I could afford so much more but something about it was comforting to me. I slipped on a pair of my favorites blue flip-flops, and just a tad of Hollister perfume  (I love the smell).

    I called Ben and asked him to come over to my house tomorrow. He was still kind of out of it but he understood what I was asking. I slipped outside and went on a walk. It was not the best considering i stepped in dog poop so I went home again. I was beginning to make myself a ham and cheese sandwich when I heard a voice behind me "Hey can I have some?" the deep scratchy voice asked. It shocked me, causing me to drop the knife on the tile. I turned around and instantly wrapped him in a hug.

"I thought I told you to call before you ever came." I warned.

"I thought I'd surprise my cousin, is there anything wrong with that?" he answered.

"I'm just glad you're here and not high." I said.

    My cousin, Jeff, had been through a lot over his years. He was forty with no job, and still addicted and selling drugs. He had aged a lot and would probably die but there was nothing I could do about it because he loved all kinds of drugs more than anything else. He was just like my dead uncle Tom who had introduced Jeff to drugs. Since Jeff could barely remember any of his life and he was so out of it all the time, he was one of the only people that I had seen after I left Pennsylvania. He was in jail so I bailed him out and moved him here, where some of the best weed in the US is. I don't condole doing drugs but for many people in my family it was just a way of life for them. He had nothing else, and it wasn't like he was going to settle down. He was only about 5' 2'' and 80 pounds with only one eye. The other one was glass from a bee bee gun accident when he was little. He was a lot older than me but about as smart when it came to other things, besides drugs, as a brick. He needed me so, I let him stay in my house a lot. I stayed up almost all night with Jeff, it's actually pretty fun talking to my cousin when he's high. He said that he had to go and probably was because he had another drug deal to make. I know that most people probably didn't have a cousin that was a drug dealer, but it had its perks.