I didn’t know what to do! A guy that is living with me has his arm wrapped around my waist! I mean, I don’t really feel comfortable that he’s doing this. He seems nice, so I’m not going to wake him and let him know. I’m just gonna take his arm off my waist.
As soon as I took his arm off my body, I began to close my eyes. All of a sudden, I felt his arm go around my waist again. I was about to get rid of it once more and sleep on the floor til his arm pulled my body close to his. My back was touching his stomach and his warm breath bristled down my neck. Even though I wasn’t okay with this, I couldn’t do anything about it. I decided to stay in this position ‘till I awoke.
When it was morning, I didn’t see Joshua in the bed or in the room. I got up and walked outside towards the living room. I saw Joshua sitting on the couch, reading a book. He seemed to be really into it since he didn’t hear me walking towards him. Joshua jumped once he noticed me hovering over his body.
“Oh, good morning Rebecca! How did you sleep?” he asked me.
“I slept…okay. Hey, can we talk about something?”
“Yeah, sure.” Joshua put his bookmark in his book, which looked like a piece of paper that was split in half, and closed it shut. He placed it on the coffee table and pointed his full attention to me.
“So, what do you want to talk about?”
“Well, what happened last night,” I responded.
“What happened last night?”
“Well, you kinda...um...you kinda wrapped your arm around me and pulled me close to you.”
“Awe man, I was hoping that wasn’t going to come up,” Joshua murmured. “I’m so sorry, Rebecca! I haven’t told anyone, but I move around in my sleep and get a little touchy. I noticed it when I was little. I was sleeping on my bed, but when I woke up, I was on my bedroom floor holding my favorite stuffed animal. I’ll make sure to sleep on the living room couch tonight. Once again, I’m truly sorry!”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, I was very uncomfortable, but it wasn’t that bad,” I replied.
“Oh, well maybe I should do it again.”
“No, I was just-”
Joshua chuckled. “I was joking!”
“So, what are we eating for breakfast?”
“I have a place where I always go!”
“And what might that be?” Joshua questioned me, intrigued.
“Chipotle, what is that?”
“You’ll see.” He got up and we started heading towards the front door, not even realizing that we were wearing our pajamas. We walked out of the apartment and entered my car while Joshua sat in the passenger seat. I turned the ignition and we drove, on our way to Chipotle.
“What is this?” Joshua asked.
“It’s a Mexican restaurant,” I answered.
“So, you go here every morning?”
“Well, not every morning. Like, once a week.”
“Do they have good food here?”
“You’ll just have to wait ‘till you try it.”
We entered Chipotle and saw the usual worker lady near the cashier. She’s very nice and I consider was buddies. “Joshua, why don’t you sit down? I’ll order you something.”
He nodded and relaxed on the nearest seat. I walked over to the lady who worked there and ordered two burritos with extra chicken in it. I know what you’re gonna say. “But Joshua is a vegetarian.” Well, he might as well just try it. If I can handle Cauliflower Cheese, he can definitely be fine with this.
After I finished my order, I paid the lady and she gave me the food. She also gave me some chips and guacamole because like I said, we’re buddies.
I pulled out a burrito and gave it to Joshua. He unwrapped his and I reached into the bag, grabbing mine. Placing my burrito and the guac on the table, Joshua began to eat his and I unraveled mine.
“How does it taste?” I questioned him.
“It’s pretty good. What’s all in it?”
“Oh, just cheese, lettuce, sour cream, tomatoes, and chicken.”
Joshua's face turned blank and he gulped down and the rest of his burrito in his mouth.
“C-Chicken?” Joshua stammered.
“Rebecca, you know that I’m a vegetarian!”
“I know, but when was the last time you ate meat?”
“Ten years ago,” Joshua replied.
“Well, enjoy today then! Plus, you like the burrito!” I answered.
“Fine!” He took another bite of his food. Gazing down at the guac, he questioned me, “What is that?”
“It’s guacamole. It’s basically an avocado dip,” I responded.
“Oh, can I try it?”
“Sure!” I gave him the chips bag and he clasped a chip out of the bag, plunging it into the dip. He laid the chip in his mouth, cautiously chewing.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah, it’s delicious!” Joshua said, grabbing more chips and dipping them.
I continued to eat my burrito while actually having a conversation with Joshua. “So, what did my dad say when you answered my phone?”
“At first, he thought you had a boyfriend who was living with you. Then, he thought that you were probably a transgender.”
“Great, my dad thinks I’m a boy now.”
“Well, he was probably drunk or something.”
“That’s what he does best, get drunk and high.”
“At least your parents aren’t like mine,” Joshua stated.
“What are you talking about?”
“Every time I checked my mailbox, I didn't see any of my money that I earned from some fashion shows. Since my parents live with me, the money is all I got. One day, I checked my parents’ room and saw all of my mail that had my money in it on their dresser. They were just holding on to it and I don’t know if they were keeping my money for themselves or what. The real question is, why would they hide my money from me?”
“Oh, I wasn’t really anticipating that.”
“Well, you wouldn’t really expect it from some people.” He quickly changed the subject. “What about Brooklynn? How’s she?”
“She’s alright. After she moved out of my dad’s house, she and her boyfriend moved far away from this city to get away from our dad who was a lunatic. I only stayed here because, well, it’s my hometown. It’s the place I grew up in. Anyways, I barely get to see her,” I told him.
“I guess we have two things in common. Jacked-up parents and barely being able to see our siblings.”
I giggled a little and realized that I had to get something off my chest. It’s not a huge deal, but I feel like Joshua should know. “I don’t want to sound like a stalker, but I kinda looked you up on Google and I found out that you’re a fashion designer.”
“Wow, y’know you could’ve asked me what I do for a living!”
“I barely knew you!”
“Well, yes I am a British fashion designer.”
“It said that you designed clothes for men, all ages. Why though?” I asked.
“When you go and watch a fashion show, are there any men walking down the aisle, showing off designs?”
“No, it’s usually women.”
“Exactly! There should be more men's clothes than what it already is. That’s why I decided to become a fashion designer. Even though my parents don’t really like that I chose that career, I still really want to help people.”
“That’s really sweet. It’s like giving stuff to the homeless,” I declared.
“I want to make a difference that can change the world one day.”
“My sister also told me that you were cute and famous. She was right about one thing.”
“So, you think I’m cute?” Joshua questioned me in a flirtatious way.
“What? No, I meant you being famous!”
“Well, I’m still gonna take that as a compliment.” I rolled my eyes at his pathetic comment.
“What do you do?” Joshua asked.
“I’m a writer,” I replied.
“Yep! Well, I used to be.”
“I kinda fell out of it. I loved writing books, but I never really tried to spend time by myself. I decided to take a break from writing and after a while, I got so into being on a break that I never went back to work,” I explained.
“Do you have another job?”
“How do you pay your bills then?”
“Ever since I haven’t been talking to my dad, he’s been sending money, hoping I would talk to him. I never called or visited him. He never got the point that I was never going to talk to a guy that drinks and does drugs around his daughters. He just kept giving me money and I kept spending on things that I wanted and needed.”
“I don’t think this is really my place, but I think you should talk to your dad. It seems like he’s been through a lot. Though, you don’t have to, it was just a suggestion,” Joshua said.
I understand where Joshua is coming from. I’ve been a horrible daughter to him even though he hasn’t been the best father figure. Maybe I should talk to him, but am I fully ready?
“We should do something fun today!” I mentioned.
“Great! I’m the best at roller skating,” Joshua bragged.
“Yeah, right! I’m the best skater!” I confirmed.
“We’ll see about that.” He helped me up out of our seats and we threw away the empty boxes and bags. Heading out of the restaurant, we entered my car and I drove us away. We were on our way to the roller skating center which was going to prove who was the best skater.