Kapitel 12: Dependence
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"Okay," he told himself as he closed the laptop, powering it down and deciding that everything was in order.
After Elena had cried herself out and fallen asleep on his lap, he just laid the two of them down and decided to catch a nap, waking up a few hours later when she started to move, which was truthfully more sleep than he ever really needed in the past, but his new body wasn't trained like that...yet.
Then, he washed, brushed, and got back to his grind. Examining the work that he did the night before and deciding that he truly was that dude when it came to coding. He was not, he knew he was not, but he was very good, and way ahead of his time.
Which would only allow him to get better. So, yeah, one could say, he was definitely that dude.
He smiled to himself, feeling proud of being him, as he stood and stretched.
It was very early when he and Elena laid it down, so now, it was just past noon and that meant he had an entire day's worth of time to do shit.
He dressed himself up in the least atrocious clothes that Jeremy owned in his closet, which was just a fitted pair of black jeans and a white t shirt that really didn't hit the way it should with his lacking build, and set off.
Making his way downstairs, he saw Elena once again on the couch, and Jenna was no where to be seen.
So, he went up behind her and ruffled her hair, which earned him a quick slap attempt to his wrist, which missed.
"Where's Jenna?" He questioned the girl who he had yet to see writing in her diary.
"Went out," she replied, wrapping herself in her blanket like she was giving it a hug.
"Well, while that doesn't really answer the question, I'll allow it. Especially since, I'm going out myself."
That earned a quick head turn from the moody teen.
"Where?" She asked, her voice betraying a hint of concern. If he didn't know any better, he would think she was a little afraid of the great outdoors.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as he focused on her expression.
"Want to come?"
He could see a few things flit across her face and had to hold back his urge to sigh, since this was just another thing for him to do...and then he immediately dismissed it.
This was not a fight he could fight for her...and even if it was, he wouldn't.
She would go out when she was ready.
"No, I'm okay." She finally answered him after nearly a minute of him just standing there looking at her and waiting for her answer.
It was what he expected.
So, he did the only thing he could and said, "Okay." And walked off whistling.
She's a big girl in the making, so she would have to put on her big girl pants one leg at a time.
Because as he said, he wanted her loyalty, not her dependence.
Co-dependent relationships are only cute when its between a chubby guy with a Jew-fro and a skinny guy wearing too tight pants who come together in the noble pursuit of parties and women. Other than that, fuck off with all that cockamamie. I'm looking at you Anna and Christian.
The sun welcomed his eyes like oil welcoming water, and for a second he wondered if he was in transition, but threw the thought away when he realized that his head, eyes, and everything else had been in pain since he woke. He had just gotten used to ignoring it, right up until the sun reminded him.
So, he stepped back inside, grabbed some shades, ruffled Elena's hair, avoided her slow ass swipe, and made his way back out.
His destination?
Zach Salvatore.
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.
.
He did not get far.
His shirt, damp.
His hair wet.
His breaths, short, as he sought to steady them.
Who knew walking down the street could be so taxing?
So, he did the only thing he could do when he had his entire body working against him and the heat making it difficult to ignore.
He made a phone call.
"Hey, Vicki. You busy?"
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