You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired.
@gds0fmsc β oh my gods, ( mom ) ! seriously ? β
he rolls his eyes jokingly, before bringing out the box of mini donuts from his bag, for them.
β there. couldnβt have done this if I was three. β
@gds0fmsc β um, sure ! i can help you make it. β
his stomach growled loudly, and he let out a small huff.
β havenβt had proper food in the longest time. β
@gds0fmsc β yeah, iβve been busy with school and work and stuff. but things have died down a little, so . . . β
he pats the woman on the back to reassure her.
β . . . iβll be staying here for a bit, yeah ? β
@gds0fmsc his β jammies β are essentially a metallica t-shirt and flannel pants, but he gets by.
β thatβs me, mom. β
a grin, as he hugs the smaller woman back.