Day 2
He awoke to the sound of pouring rain. And, of course, his noisy roommate.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Tabby yelled at him.
He still felt exhausted.
“What do you want,” he replied, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Dude, it’s, like, five. And, like, I know my sleep schedule is horrendous, so I’m one to talk, but still.”
“Don’t wanna,” he said.
“Get up or so help me I will drag you outta this bed,” she said.
Slowly, but surely, he started getting out of bed.
“Did you need something or did you just feel like waking me up to be an ass?”
“I’m going to see a movie. Wanna come with?”
“No.”
“Come on, Richter, you gotta get out of the house every once in a while.”
“We went out last night,” he replied.
“Yeah, so why don’t we keep up the streak by going out today?”
“No.”
“Please?”
He knew she’d keep this up until he relented, so he gave in, sighing. “What did you want to see?”
When they left the theater two hours later, it had stopped raining and the sun was out. Julio didn’t know why, but this made him very uncomfortable.
“Hey, do you mind pulling the car around?” he asked Tabs.
“Why? The car is literally right there,” she gestured to the car which was, as she had stated, pretty damn close to the theater exit.
“I don’t know, just–can you?”
“I... guess so?”
She went and pulled up the car, though there was still a few feet that were uncovered, and that made Julio anxious, but he walked to the car.
When he got in, he noticed his skin looked a bit red.
“I’m kinda craving… something,” Julio said a few hours after they got home.
Tabs raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe pasta?”
“Cool.”
Tabs got started on some spaghetti, along with garlic bread, and, eventually, got Julio to help her out. It wasn’t too long before they were finished making it.
“I hope to god this is better than the depression meals you usually eat.”
He grabbed the bread to take a bite out of it, and immediately burned his mouth and dropped it.
“Ow, shit.”
“It’s not even that hot, dude.”
“That’s not… it felt... I dunno, more like an allergic reaction,” he responded.
“Since when are you allergic to garlic bread?”
“Since now, apparently,” he said, aggravated.
After they finished the meal, Julio decided to play Metal Gear Solid.
“Far be it from me to judge you for staying up late, or, god forbid, sound like a responsible adult, but it’s two, and don’t you have to go in early tomorrow for work?”
“Fuck off, Tabs,” he answered.
She rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch, fiddling with her phone.
He did, however, wish he had heeded her words come morning (though he’d never admit that to her face, she’d be insufferable.)