Half a Lovetime (Coming May 2022 as The Flaws In Our Horizons.)

02~ Anxious

      Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.
-Oscar Wilde.

Play Alive by Sia.

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I should have been handed a damn national award.

The waiter was gaping at me like I just slapped his grandfather's ass. And all I did was order four large fries, extra chicken wings, three cheeseburgers, and a large coke. For myself.

Only me. I ate junk food because I was a hero. If I didn't someone else would, so me eating it meant someone else got to be healthy. Besides, comfort was a priority.

I could already hear the announcers.

Rachel Jones. Hero of the year.

A quick buzz in my coat pocket made me take a seat at the far edge of the shop while Matt stood at the counter, Joe- the shop's greeter and my very good friend- helping him order his food. Obviously, I'd never share my food.

» U ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD E F G are used to define bra sizes? A- almost boobs, B- barely there, C- can't complain, D- damn, DD- double damn, E- enormous, F- fake, G-Geeezus. Guess Kareem should yell a loud damn when he comes back home, eh. XOXO.

There was a wink emoji too.

Another text came almost immediately, still from Lee.

» Loads of customers today. Kinda bummed, kinda happy SALTS. Oh and I found that on Buzz feed, crazy rii?! Anyway have a lovely day at Church, text me later. Sending lots of love and kisses!!!

I glanced at my watch and almost guffawed in the latte the waiter had reluctantly given me while I waited for my food since apparently, only mad people- me- woke up at six to eat at restaurants on Sundays.

Who sends messages on bra sizes by 7am? Lee, that's who.

» Don't send any love or kisses.
Send money, Lee!!! Ya girl is struggling XD. Still at Rosie's for breakfast anyways.

It had always been a tradition since I moved here to have early Sunday breakfasts at the little restaurant tucked away in the busy streets that barely anyone noticed it. Thereafter, Matt and I went to church and sometimes, hung out at Union Square after service or slept in.

But I didn't do any early morning jogs- which Lee practically forced me to start due to my recent obsession with junk food- on Sundays which made it so much better.

My phone rang as the waiter dropped trays of food and I quickly answered my FaceTime as soon as I saw the poop face emoji I saved Lee as.

"Planning on going late to church?" She said as soon as the call connected.

"I'm not going to be late, pfft. And even if I am, I'm just giving everyone a chance to be early," I retorted back letting a smile settle on my face as her eight year old son, Fauz, poked his head just in front of his mother's.

"Hello, aunt Chel." he waved wildly, his brown curls bouncing. "How's Matt?"

Matt perked up probably from hearing his name and Fauz's voice. "Uh.. hi.. hi, Brother Fauz," he greeted, smiling at the screen.

A big smile spread out on Fauz's face and my heart warmed at their friendship. I knew that at 8, Fauz was probably already wandering why Matt didn't look the same, act the same or even talk like he did. But he had never for once been rude or arrogant to him and the way they regarded each other as brothers touched me the most.