6 months later…
My alarm went off before dawn.
I got up,
got dressed,
and walked out of my childhood bedroom.
“Have a lovely day at work, son,” said my dad on my way out.
The sun had just risen as I left my parents’ house to go to work. I hated watching the sun rise. It reminded me of my ex-roommate Zell.
“Mom, I’m home!” I shouted when I got back. “Anything happen while I was gone?”
“Um nope, nothing happened, as usual! How was your day?” She shouted from the kitchen.
“The deep fryer exploded again, so I’ve been putting out grease fires all day. And then my boss yelled at me for not dousing the fires faster with water- and I can only explain grease fires to him so many times, you know? Also, I had another panic attack today…”
“Uh-huh, that’s great, son,” she replied, not listening.
On my afternoon run, I thought about how I hadn’t seen Zell in what, six months now? Had leaving been the right choice? I was miserable then, and I was still miserable now living with my parents, but at least I had steady meals, a bed to sleep in, and luckily no evil vampire waiting here to kill me.
And at least Zell was happy back there, with his bartending job and town full of new friends.
There was still so much to unpack from my year as Zell’s roommate. I hadn’t even begun to process Zell’s spontaneous moment of passion after I beat up the Count. It was probably just a heat-of-the-moment kinda thing, but it still left a dull ache in my chest. The thought that it might never happen again made me feel like… I don’t know. I was never that good with feelings and emotions. I just wasn’t expecting to be so miserable after leaving.
I guess I deserved it. Zell was probably angry that I left so suddenly. He probably didn’t want to see me again, let alone live with me. As long as he was happy, though, I guess that’s what mattered.
But I wished he would at least text me back to say he was ok. I heard nothing from him in six months, not a peep.
Six months, huh… if my calculations were correct, the Count would be throwing a dinner party tonight. And I knew it was a long shot, and definitely risky, but if it was my chance to see Zell one last time, it might be worth it.
“Hey Mom, I’ll be out for dinner tonight!” I yelled. “I’m going to- you know what, nevermind.” She wasn’t listening anyways.
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I hope he finds Zell! I can’t believe he left in the first place! I really want them to work it out 😦
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fingers crossed!
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Ah, so, not the revenge house! The crib and dinosaur rug really sold it.
Mood. She gets points for not saying “No, you didn’t. You don’t know what a panic attack is,” and not following him around screaming for 3 more hours. Also, wow, she gave him so much grief over woodworking & then is fine with him flipping Krabby Patties? She really just didn’t want him to be happy, did she?
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I hope he finds Zell too! He’s brave to go to Vlad’s, assuming that’s what he’s doing, but maybe he’s not that brave considering what happened last time. I’m sure he can make it happen again… 🙂
Also, I expected him to leave the trailer, but I didn’t expect him to return to his parents or to work fast food! It’s an interesting surprise. I hope he’s not given up on all the other things he wanted.
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