After an hour of looking up at the wall I decided to get up and do something. What that something was...I didn't know.
I checked my phone and sighed. No messages or texts. Well, at least not any from the one person I wanted them from. I rubbed my temples. How had my life gotten so sad?
I hated that I had even wanted to check so soon. She said she would call me, and I had to trust her. If I didn't, I was sure to push her away. The thought of that made my stomach feel funny. Hell, if I was being completely honest all of it made my stomach feel funny. How was this even going to work? She was going to graduate at some point. What if she wasn't able to find a job here? What if she met someone better than me? What if the girl she went to help today caught her eye?
The what if's floated around my head until I got up and walked towards the fridge. I needed a drink, or rather, I thought I needed one. The coldness of the apartment gave me goosebumps on my arms and the soles of my feet. I liked it though, gave me less of a reason to actually go out of my room. Opening the frige, I realized that I had nothing in there but cold wine and lemon water. I needed to eat. After a quick call to the Chinese place down the street, I retreated back into my humble abode, my covers.
The rest of the day went by a sleepy haze. I didn't want to sleep, but my body did, so I was going in and out. I ate as much Chinese as I could, yet it never seemed to go completely away. I loved the fact that their portions were so big. I hated cooking.
From time to time I'd pause a show and check my phone to see if Silas had contacted me. Everytime I did and realized she hadn't, my heart sank a little more. By 6:30 I was a complete mess. She hadn't called me all day. I knew I was being really, really clingy yet I couldn't stop myself. Or maybe I could but didn't want to. Either way, it wasn't doing me any favors. I drew myself a hot bath and soaked in it a bit. The hot water soon melted away my insecurities. I washed my hair when I was in there too.
When I got out, it was around 7:15. I had to be to bed in an hour or so. I passed out around 8. The sleepiness got to me.
When I was sleeping I could faintly hear my phone ringing in the background. I reached sleepily around for it in the dark and tried to shield my eyes from the blinding white light to press send.
"Hello?" I said, sleepily.
"Hey." It was Silas.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It was midnight.
"How was your day?" I asked, trying hard to not sound so excited.
"It was rough. Lots of manual labor, but it needed to be done."
The line went silent for a moment.
"I know its late, I didn't get a chance to call earlier. I wanted to tell you that I'm taking this very seriously. I mean, not this, us."
She cleared her throat.
"And that I thought about you all day."
I smiled a little and wrapped my blanket around me tighter.
"Im scared." My voice shook.
I heard her laugh in the background.
"Everyone is, at first. Then it gets easier."
I looked around my room. The city shone through the curtains and spilled onto the floor.
"What are we going to do with this? Its...fragile."
"Well," She started. "You have to handle it with care. Try not to make too many mistakes." Her accent spiked up a little.
I gulped. "Do you think you can handle...me?"
She laughed, and then her voice got quiet.
"I handled you last night, didn't I?"
I gasped and started laughing. She made a pretty good argument.
"No, on a serious note, I have a good feeling about us."
"I do too."
We spent the next hour and half talking about our future. By the end of it, I felt a little more comfortable about us. I drifted off to sleep a few minutes after our call, cuddling my blankets.
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I woke up on time for work miraculously. I felt a strange feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time. It wasn't exactly happiness, but a strange calming undertone to my usual sadness. It didn't last long though, because as soon as I got into work my foot was on the gas.
The place was a fucking madhouse. I was in several cubicles for most of the day cleaning up messes of several interns. I couldn't exactly be mad at them for messing up because they had been left to their own devices while their seniors chatted shit and wasted time. The work just never seemed to end in this profession. You fix one problem and another pops up in its place.
I managed to get everything back on track by 4, which meant everyone would get to go home on time. No one thanked me for my efforts of course. It was expected of me to be efficient and I had ought to deliver or they would find someone that would. My salary on paper made up for the stress, but in the real world, the numbers meant nothing. My mental health had never been worse.
I had a couple of seniors who weren't satisfied with their current role and pulled the hard hours with me. I knew they wanted my position, and on days like today I wished that they had it. Despite my horrible day though, I didn't want to spend my Monday night alone. As soon as I got in my car I gave Silas a call.
She answered almost immediately.
"Hi Miranda! How was your day?" She sounded so excited to talk to me.
"It was god awful. I think I hate my job. What about yours?"
"Ah! It was, rather uneventful? I had a couple of tests to do but for the most of the day I've been lounging in my dorm. As far as your job goes...So does like, 98% of other Americans. Jobs suck." She let out a chuckle.
"You have so much money though. People would kill to be where you are. I know because I am one of those people."
"I guess after a point you start to wonder why you keep doing it, you know?"
"Thats.. a really good response. I hadn't thought of it that way."
Silas cleared her throat.
"I want to see you." Her voice was shaky. I found it adorable.
"Do you want to talk more over dinner at my place? I hate cooking but I don't want to go out tonight. I want to spend time with you." I bit my lip. "Privately."
Did that come off sexually?
"Oh yes! I'd love to. Wait-" She paused for a moment. "Are you home now?"
I sighed. "No, I'm still in my work parking lot."
"Well, do you want me to pick up something for us both to eat and meet you at your place?"
"That'd be perfect. Is 7 a good time for you?"
"Yeah, thats fine. See you then?"
"See you then."
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I got home around 6:30. I felt a little nervous about meeting at my place again. To me, it made our relationship seem more real. My home was basically my comfort zone, and to have someone come inside of that bubble meant that I was finally cracking out of my shell. For her, anyways.
I ditched my work clothes and put on a tight white t shirt and pajama pants. It cut down a little too low, and maybe showed off a little too much, but it was extremely comfortable. I was turning up the heat in the apartment when the doorbell rang. I took a look through the peephole and Silas was standing behind the door with two bags in her hand.
"Jesus christ, did you buy the whole restaurant?" I said, opening the door.
"Ha! No. You didn't tell me what you liked so I just picked a platter. I had no idea their portions were this big." She sat the bags onto my dining room table. "I hope you like seafood."
I took a look inside the bags and picked out which platter I wanted. Silas was digging around for something.
"Aw man! How is there no tartar sauce in here? How do you possibly call your place a seafood spot and then forget to put in tartar sauce?!" She looked at me with these big, sad eyes and I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.
"I have tartar sauce in the fridge. Don't cry!"
"Ooh, yes please!" She ran over to the fridge. "Aw what the hell-" She looked over at me. "This is a really nice fridge...but, why is it so empty?!"
I groaned and put a scallop in my mouth. "I fucking hate cooking."
She grabbed the tartar sauce and joined me at the table. "I fucking LOVE cooking."
"If you ever want to cook here, you most certainly can."
She raised an eyebrow at me and ate a fry. "You want me to cook? In your kitchen?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
"Ah. Somethings bothering you."
I looked up at her from my food and shook my head.
"I don't know I want to keep working my job anymore."
Her eyes widened. "You're thinking of quitting?"
I nodded. "For some people it's easy to just up and leave a job, but for me, this job was basically my life. I worked my ass off to get to this point and I'm just, not happy."
Silas' eyebrows fell.
"I'm also scared to have this feeling of failure following me after I quit."
Silas cocked her head. "What if you did quit? What would you do then?"
I moved a scallop over on top of another one with my fork. "Sit at home and do nothing."
Silas rolled her eyes and ate a shrimp. "Why not go to a therapist?"
I choked on my fry. "A therapist? No. No no no."
"Well why not? I go to one. A lot of my classmates do too. Its not nearly as taboo as it was 20 years ago."