𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 | 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧

09.

Joel Dawson

"aimee?"
"hey hey hey, take it easy" she said as she pushed me back down.
"your still pretty messed up from that poison. how do you feel?"
"i feel- im good"
"what was it like? i mean tell me everything"
"honestly, it wasnt that bad. i dont know what everyone's complaining about"
"oh"
"no it was terrible. i almost died alot.. its so good to see you. im lucky you found me when you did"
"about that.. umm"
"and hey we- we kissed"
"you were hallucinating pretty hard"
"how amazing was that huh?"
"you kissed old pete. hi pete"
"oh yeah" i said as i laughed.
"that'd be hilarious... oh yeah i really did.. i dont know how to move on from this. what was that you said on the radio? about uh-"
"no yeah this yacht captain and his crew showed up. out of the blue"
"you just say yacht captain?"
"yeah yeah. and he says he can find us a safe place to live and a new home. im trying to pack everything up right now"
"why is he called a yacht captain?"
"cause hes the captain of a yacht you moron" an old man in a bed said.
"oh my god. be nice bill" aimee muttered.
"shut up" a lady next to him said.
"what?" he asked.
"im trying to listen"
"so anyway i just wanted to say something to you" i said as i stumbled off the bed.
"aimee! aimee! we have a leak in the main line! bastards spitting fresh water all over the place!"
"yeah yeah thank you janice! i'll- i'll be right there"
"hi joel"
"hey janice. good to meet you"
"everyones so old" i whispered.
"you came at a crazy time. can we uh- put a pin in it really quick?" aimee asked before walking away.
"yeah. put a pin in it, sure"