-"Ok, just grab an extra towel from the linen closet."

I go and wash up, and return to the kitchen smelling slightly better.

"You sure took your time. The food would've gotten cold if you took any longer, slow poke."

-"I was tired, dummy. Not all of us can be as in tune with daylight as you."

-"Only sometimes. I like my sleep a lot of the time too, but if you say so. Grab a biscuit and some sausages. Gravy and jam is... oh, right in front of you. Forgot I brought that out."

-"Did you make the biscuits from scratch?"

-"I wish. I bought the biscuits from the store, which came with the gravy."

-"What about the sausages?"

-"Yeah, I at least made those sausage patties from scratch."

-"Your dad sure loves you. He taught you how to cook so well."

-"Hey, my Dad loves you too. You two bonded almost instantly."

-"Almost. He was suspicious of me at first."

-"How could I forget? He was so angry at me when he found out a girl was frequently staying over at my apartment."

-"Not frequently, just sort of often."

-"That's not how he saw it."

-"I remember he brought you over to the side to talk to you, presumably about being irresponsible."

-"Oh yeah. He was not pleased. Once he got to know you, though, he was fine with it."

-"Your dad is so chill."

-"Yeah he is."

-"Is your dad visiting any time soon?"

-"Should he?"

-"Not necessarily, but at least bring it up! You never talk to him in general." He groans a complaint.

-"But I don't wanna..."

-"Don't care, you're talking to him today." He pauses.

-"Fine, but so are you." I see an opportunity, and take it.

-"I see this as an absolute win!"

-"You did not just quote a mem—."

-"I did, get over it." His face is priceless. He looks away from me, then back at me, then back away from me.

-"God... d*amnit... Sera."

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A Few Days Later: Last Day of Sera's Suspension

Well, that's pretty much everything. Now all I've gotta do is wait. I glance at my phone. 1:47 PM. Another 2 hours to kill... Guess I'll go for a walk, maybe stop by Woaba Boba.

I get ready to go out, when I stop. Maybe I should ask John if he wants to go out for a walk with me? I massage my temples. I've been thinking of John a lot more lately, likely because I'm considering telling him I have feelings for him. So much so, that I have headaches. The thing is, I don't want to make our friendship awkward if he doesn't feel the same. What if he's content being my best friend? He's had trouble in the past with trust. I don't want to pressure him with anything. I sigh, knowing I'm worrying myself too much over it. Patience, Sera. I'll text him to see if he wants to meet at Woaba Boba. He's shopping for groceries, so he shouldn't be too long. I open my messaging app.

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