I hadn’t seen my best friend in a while (28 hours) and he was apparently limping from not stretching before playing soccer and football in one day, on top of the bruises he got from last week’s family football bonanza. Sometimes I feel like yelling at him for not taking better care of himself, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I had chem hw due at midnight, and I was coming home from another godforsaken meeting. It was about 10:30 so I decided to go buy him some ice cream to cheer him up, and some mineral ice to relieve the pain. I was on the phone with him while I was doing all of this, so he kept asking questions about why I hadn’t gotten home yet to finish my homework before it was too late.
Did you just close your door? I can hear you.
No.
Are you getting something to eat? Wait, did you even eat all day?
I’m.. getting something to eat.
Ok, cus you need to eat. Where are you?
I don’t know.
What?
What does that mineral ice box look like again?
What the – are you at CVS?
No.
You’re at CVS aren’t you.
Shoot, where’s the ice cream.
What?!
Nothing.
And then somehow I thought I could sneakily drop everything off at his car and bounce, but.. he was already outside.
“As soon as I saw you, all the pain went away (: It may have been better than the goods that you bought me.”
