"Jeremy sent you a message." Noah pointed at my phone on the desk.
I had just come back from my shower, feeling slightly better and more refreshed. My eyes were still a little swollen, but I wasn't crying anymore. Little wins. I went to the desk. "Did you look?"
"I did." Noah nodded.
It was from Jeremy: I didn't know, but I will find out. I'll call you later.
There was no missed call. "Should I reply?"
"If you want."
I thought about it for a second before typing back 'okay.'
"Pizza is here, you ready?" Noah asked.
I nodded. "Yea." I put my phone in my pocket.
"I don't think you'll need that." Noah told me. "He has a game tonight still and probably has to deal with a lot. When he said later, he probably meant tonight."
"Oh." I took my phone back out and put it back on the desk. I didn't really need it after all. Everyone I talk to mostly lived with me.
A bit late but I spent a lot of time with family, watching the news today. Crazy stuff happening in DC. I don’t usually make my stances known here mostly because a lot of you don’t live in America, but good lord do I hate Trump. That’s all I have to say about that.
Moving on, I also hate having to do unexpected yard work lol my dad raked all the leaves and then told me it was ready for me to mow. I was like ???