*~Ambition and Love Wearing Boxing Gloves~*

~ E I G H T E E N ~

It Sucks to Be Me

"If you could let me in~
I could be good with you." Y/n sang, doodling in her feelings journal.
Today her lines were in sharp circles, consisting of all the primary colors.

She didn't know why, it just seemed appropriate for today.
She grabbed her phone tapping away on the screen.

Silver surfer is the loneliest dude in the galaxy. She typed, sending her response to Michael.
The three dots popped up, and she went back to scribbling.

What about the Punisher?
She looked at the text and rolled her eyes.
Don't even get me started with that Punisher shit.

He sent back a laughing crying emoji.
What about me? He sent.
What about you?

More dots.
She was no longer as absorbed by her colorful pens.
I'm pretty sure I'm the loneliest person in the galaxy 😂.

She stared at his text message, and typed one back.
I could argue the same thing.
Dots appeared, then went away.

She stared at the blank screen.
They popped back up... then went away.
God, just send whatever you're going to send.

Finally he responded with:
Misery deserves company?
She smiled.

Sure. But I can't leave, you gotta come over here.
There was a long pause between their texts, but he simply sent back a thumbs up.

She smiled, throwing her phone on her bed and laughing with joy.
She had no idea why this made her so excited.

Probably because she never, ever had people over.
But Michael had already been to her house before.
She giddily laughed again, and the TV cut on.

She stared at it with wide eyes, and the static on the screen was quiet.
Her eyes zeroed in, focusing as hard as she could until the screen blipped out and went black.

She almost jumped, but smiled instead.
She wasn't exactly sure how she just did that, but it was kinda cool.

"Y/n!" A deep voice bellowed through the house.
She glanced at her door, sighing and hopping off her bed.
"Y/N!"

"I'm coming!" She shouted, her door flying open itself.
She didn't even take time be shocked, she just walked through it.

Y/n stumbled down the stairs, her feet clomping on the steps until she got to the bottom.
Her Uncle Scott was sitting at the kitchen table, illuminated by the one light fixture above.

"Hey." She mumbled.
He was becoming a sight she was not happy about anymore.
And there was no Barry to be found tonight.
Probably trying out trying to find a museum. She thought.

"Come sit down." He smiled.
Actually smiled.

At the seat opposite of him, there was a bowl of ice cream.
This felt like a trap, but she was totally into it.
I mean, there was ice cream!

So she went and plopped down in the seat, watching the super quiet TV behind him.
She greedily scooped up the delicious treat, the spoon clanking in bowl.

"You haven't been taking your Zoloft." Scott said.
Y/n stopped clanking her spoon, her half bowl of ice cream staring at her with a uncomfortable face.
That she totally made up.
Because her ice cream wasn't looking at her.

"No." She mumbled, gulping back the ice cream in her mouth. "N-no I guess I haven't."
She felt her face getting warmer, but she had no idea what she was getting embarrassed about.
She hadn't really done anything wrong.