"so what are you doing for thanksgiving?"
dallas sat on his bed flipping through a magazine as i sat in the cushioned chair beside it.
"why do you care?"
"just answer the question."
he sighed throwing down his magazine.
"nothing."
"nothing. what do you mean nothing?"
"you really are an idiot aren't you. i mean what i said. i'm doing nothing for thanksgiving. no dinner, no giving thanks. just staying here for the day."
my mouth parted into a gasp in disbelief. thanksgiving in a hospital with no family. that's just sad.
"what? why?"
"because."
"because what?"
he sat up and looked me in the eyes annoyed.
"why do you keep pushing this? i don't have anyone to celebrate with. so i celebrate it alone. happy?"
"you can't spend thanksgiving alone."
"yes i can."
"no you can't."
"blue, shut the fuck up before i kick you out of my room."
i got quiet and thought for a moment.
"dallas-"
"okay, get out now."
"wait, listen to me, have thanksgiving at my house."
he stood up from his bed and looked at me shocked almost surprised.
"over my dead body."
"why not?"
"i barely know you and.."
"and what?"
"the answers no."
"yes."
"no."
"yes."
"your an idiot."
"your an idiot."
"if i say yes will you leave."
"yes."
"okay i'll celebrate thanksgiving with you, but don't expect me to have fun."
i smiled and left his room.
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
