I WONDER

|different taste|

Toronto always awoke early around six that's when people states to fill the streets cars started running and the silence was over.
I tossed over trying to sleep still.
I stumbled to the floor.
"Ouch".
"You're okay?". Shawn's voice called through the apartment.
"Why is this sofa so small?".
"Fits the place...also you". He walked over to me handing me a glass of water sipping from his tea.
I stared at his bare chest not really caring what he would think. I assume he's used to stares.

Looking good Shawn, Looking amazing beautiful gos those abs

"Drink your water". He nodded at my glass.
I shook my geas slightly shaking off the thoughts running through my mind.
"I need new clothes".
"You can grab some from my closet and change in my room".
"Thanks". I smiled.

I found a pair of black jeans a grey shirt and a white blouse with some little paintings on it.

Cute

put it on carefully not to wrinkle it.
I found a little mirror on the wall fixing the sleeves of the blouse.
"Bloom I'm going to pick something up from my parent's home I'll be back soon". Shawn nodded on the window softly.
"Okay".
A few seconds later the door closed back into its lock.
But I kept staring at the window in the bedroom.

I walked towards the fridge opening it to see just one more beer.

Just one won't be that bad

I poped the lit off turning on the tv, leaning into the soft sofa.
"...Over 50 million people have gone sick over the last week's day's doctors say its an effect of the sudden climate change, also...".
I turned down the volume I'm sick of hearing about our world dying.
J looked around the living room finding a framed picture of Shawn and a girl looking like him.
I smiled shortly.
"Cheers". I heaved the bottle to my lips drinking it.
"Hey I'm back... What are you doing?". shawn set down a box on the dinner table walked over, Sitting down next to me.
"Drinking myself out of my misery". I looked up at him.
His sight starting at me worried. I looked back at the bottle bringing it to my lips again.
"Stop that". He grabbed the bottle setting it on the table in front of us.
"Oh...". The sound of disappointment left my month.
"You really should stop drinking anyway don't you have to call you brother?".
I rolled my eyes. Grabbing my phone.
"Evar?..".
No, respond.
"Hello?".
The line cutt off.
I looked down at my phone.
"Maybe you can... And text him".
A painful tone traveled through the inside of my ear.
"What?".
"Maybe... Are you... Eyes bloodshot".
"Hé, what?". I stared at him confused.
He rested his fingers on my wrist.
"You need to go home... Now".