Third Person POV

Mean decided that he was not going to dwell on his heartache for the rest of the day.

He kept his mind preoccupied with different kinds of activities that he could think of. He played video games, spent long hours going through all his media accounts but not really posting much because just like Plan he was a very private person. Once you posted anything on the internet it became everybody's property.

When his stomach started to crave for food, he went online to order from a nearby Louisiana themed restaurant. He had tried their dishes before and was delighted with the Cajun dishes that they offered because he liked spicy food. He entered his payment information on his computer. His order would be delivered to his door within thirty minutes.

While waiting for his food to be delivered, he went back to playing video games. He had been so focused on playing that he did not realize that time had flown by and soon enough the buzz on his gate indicated that his food was being delivered.

After giving the delivery guy a generous tip, he brought his food inside and tried to forget his heartache by appreciating the delicious taste of the Cajun dishes that he had ordered.

Then a way of keeping himself occupied hit him. He was going to learn how to cook the jambalaya dish that he had ordered. Then when he had mastered it, he wouldn't have to order from the restaurant next time.

He spent the rest of the day going through the recipe that he had searched from the internet and going through his kitchen for the ingredients. He substituted whatever ingredients on the recipe that were missing from his kitchen with the ones that were available that could give a similar taste.

By evening, he was very proud of himself when he was able to cook his very first jambalaya dish. It didn't taste too different from the one that he had ordered from the restaurant earlier. 

He had just stepped out of the shower and was getting into his pajamas when his phone started to ring. It was Plan.

"Hey, are you coming to see me tomorrow?" asked Plan without any preliminary greetings.

Mean had to think up a good excuse fast.

"You promised that you were gonna visit me sooner than later, remember?" Plan's voice sounded like he was begging.

For some reason, Mean could not find it in him to disappoint Plan.

"I will try to stop by before the day is over," Mean said, knowing that it was only going to aggravate the heartache that he was trying to heal.

"Why can't you come earlier in the day?" Plan was trying to bargain.

'Because your girlfriend might be with you, you blind heartless unfeeling halfwit' Mean wanted to say but ended up saying that he was going to be busy before then.

Thankfully Plan did not insist on knowing what Mean was going to be busy about because Mean was starting to get too emotionally drained to think of a good excuse.

"Okay, then," said Plan, "I will wait for you to come and see me tomorrow. I hope you don't back out at the last minute."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," said Mean and cut the call.

Before falling asleep, Mean decided that he would cook another jambalaya dish to bring to the hospital for Plan to taste. He hoped that Plan's girlfriend would not be around when he came to visit him and that Plan would like the dish that he was going to give him.