i opened my eyes at the sound of humming and tapping. i rubbed my eyes and felt a strong wave of anxiety as i realized it wasn't my room, then a wave of calm as i realized it was bonnie's room.
"i didn't want to wake you, so i just let you sleep here for the night. i hope your parents aren't worried, i should have texted them, but i couldn't find their numbers on your phone." bonnie said softly, walking from her desk over the the bed.
"oh, my dad couldn't give a shit. and though i don't suggest you text him, if you ever make the awful decision to do so, he's in my phone under the name 'bitch'." i grumbled in response. mornings have always been shit.
"oh. well, once you're a bit more awake we can head down for some breakfast. we have a mission today, so we should get some fuel into us."
"mission? what the hell do you have planned, princess?"
"nothing. tell me when you wanna head downstairs."
"i'm down to go now." i said, standing up. i followed bonnie out of the room and down the stairs, still occasionally rubbing my eyes.
"hey guys. you here for breakfast?" said an unfamiliar man. he had stubble on his face, it didn't look to be a choice, just that he's been to lazy and/or busy to shave, which is totally understandable. he overall had the look of someone i might be friends with if he was twenty years younger.
"yeah. do you know what we have?" bonnie responded with a sweet tone to her voice.
"we have plenty of shit i think. you know we always have food around."
"it makes in impossible to keep a good diet, that's for sure." bonnie mumbled, flinging open the pantry and scanning what was inside.
watching this small yet sweet interaction from the side filled me with a strange sort of joy but also deep sadness. this seems to be a parental figure in bonnie's life, i assume her father's boyfriend, and the fact that she can banter with him like that amazed me. growing up with such a focus on respect with my father, and no friends really, i didn't know this was a type of relationship someone could have. i guess i wouldn't really call my feelings towards my father as respectful, more fearful and angry. he's not a kind father, not a safe person to come home to and cry to when times get tough. he's just there until i finish this year of schooling and then i can ditch him and never see him again.
i felt a tap on my shoulder and bonnie's voice, "marcey? you good? you looked pretty spaced out there."
"uh yeah, just thinking i guess." i said, caught off guard.
"oh. what would you like to eat? we've got toaster strudels, breakfast bars, a few types of cereal, i could make you an omelet if you prefer savory, anything you want." she listed off the food cheerfully, pulling a toaster strudel packet out for herself.
"i'll just take one of those apples, if that's okay." i mumbled, gesturing to the bowl of apples on the counter.
"sure! you can just pick one up, i'll start on my stuff."
i grabbed an apple and walked over to her breakfast bar, pulling out a seat. i sat down and took a bite into the red fruit in my hand. my eyes landed on bonnie leaning against the counter, waiting for her strudel to pop up. she looked very beautiful with her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her round, thin framed glasses. i didn't even know she wore contacts until a few days before this, because she woke up late and didn't have time to put them in.
i was pulled out of my thoughts when i heard the sound of a chair squeaking against tile and saw a blob of pink in my peripheral vision. we ate in silence, mostly just listening to the music that had been put on in the other room. we both finished our breakfasts fairly quickly, me because i was anxious about whatever bonnie was planning, and her, i can only assume, because she was excited to do whatever was dancing around in that pink head.
"c'mon, we gotta head upstairs. we have business."
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(sorry it's been so long, i've been dealing with other shit in my life, but i'm back now!)