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Post by DEXTER ANDREW WILLIAMS on Mar 30, 2011 14:12:18 GMT -5
  Dexter let out a yawn as he grabbed his book off the counter from his apartment counter and jumped onto the counter while his food cooked in the microwave. He didn’t really use his stove anymore, seeing as the microwave did a pretty good job of cooking food all on it’s own. He crossed his ankles and scratched his head while his eyes skimmed through the words. Honestly, he should have been at work but he called in sick, although this time he really was sick. It was the chemo. His cancer had showed itself once again and he having lots of treatment. Although, he had been thinking of just giving up this time and letting the cancer take it’s toll. It was not like anyone would really miss him, seeing as he never gave anyone a chance to get to know him. But that did not really bother him either. He started to swing his legs as he turned the page, nearly ripping some of it as he did so. That made a chuckle escape his lips as he shook his head. He was going to have to be a little more careful with this.
When the microwave beeped he jumped off the counter and eagerly wrapped his slim fingers around the handle and pulled it open. A big, cheesy, shit eating grin formed on his face as the smell of tacos filled his small apartment. That is what he was talking about. He was going to devour this food like he hadn’t ate in ten years and then he was going to get boxes. His parents were paying for his shitty little thing he called a home as long as he stayed ‘healthy’ and now that he had been thinking of just quitting all together, that’s what he was going to do probably. So they would revoke their deal and he would be homeless until the last moment. It seemed kind of a fair deal, seeing as he was their only son and he was saving the family name. The boy just sighed and put his dirty plate in the sink and rummaged around his underwear drawer for his weed. One of the perks of being terminally ill, free pot. Well, not free but consequence free. Thank you terrible genes. Once he was buzzed he decided to go out for a little bit. There was no point in staking out in this shitty apartment alone.
Once he was dressed he grabbed his dark blue sweater and then quickly zipped it up. His outfit wasn’t as fancy as it probably could get. Just a sour apple green t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Then he added black sneakers and his dark blue sweater. Something simple and got the job done, obviously. He brushed his dark hair out of his face and left, locking the door behind him before walking down the millions of stairs and finally out of the door into the shining sun. It was not too cold outside. Well, it definitely could get a little warmer but this was California. Thank god it was a million out like it got sometimes. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked along the sidewalk. He was not sure where he was going exactly, but that was okay. He would go wherever his feet would take him.
He decided to go to the park. Why, well he wasn’t sure but he would be content here. So Dexter sat down on one of the benches and started to think about exactly how he was going to tell his parents about how they were going to pretty much start having to plan his funeral at twenty one. It was kind of depressing, and dying actually sort of scared him a little bit but he was content with it as well. Whatever got him through the day he guessed.
tag jackie ( caitlyn )
notes le sucky. i'm sorry.
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