Abby wanted a drink, was it too early for alcohol? Maybe. But this was definitely a 'I need grain alcohol topic' they were getting into.
Abby fell backwards on the floor, settling for just not seeing Julie see her as she talked. "I guess settling is the word. He's a piece of shit, but he actually spoke to me. While all the rest of my friends disowned me over something that wasn't even my fucking fault."
As much as it shouldn't feel big anymore, being here for months and all that being her involved. Nothing about here compared really, to the feeling of the three people you trust most in the whole world turning their fucking back on you. Not having time for you as your parents lose their fucking minds. And not caring enough to check on you while it all happens. And just like with Press, she still fucking cared.
"I couldn't deal dealt with dad getting a new girlfriend and mom being a fucking zombie after the divorce, and he was there." Was it a bad fucking idea, sure. But a little late to fix that now.
"I don't know how you take your coffee." She'll let the insinuation sit with a smirk. She listens to whatever the fuck Julie has in mind. Soundwaves can mess with your head, that's a given it's a thing people sell all the time. Sleep patterns and noise machines exist for one reason or another. Money. "So some sorta Tibetan Monk shit?"
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Abby fell backwards on the floor, settling for just not seeing Julie see her as she talked. "I guess settling is the word. He's a piece of shit, but he actually spoke to me. While all the rest of my friends disowned me over something that wasn't even my fucking fault."
As much as it shouldn't feel big anymore, being here for months and all that being her involved. Nothing about here compared really, to the feeling of the three people you trust most in the whole world turning their fucking back on you. Not having time for you as your parents lose their fucking minds. And not caring enough to check on you while it all happens. And just like with Press, she still fucking cared.
"I couldn't deal dealt with dad getting a new girlfriend and mom being a fucking zombie after the divorce, and he was there." Was it a bad fucking idea, sure. But a little late to fix that now.
"I don't know how you take your coffee." She'll let the insinuation sit with a smirk. She listens to whatever the fuck Julie has in mind. Soundwaves can mess with your head, that's a given it's a thing people sell all the time. Sleep patterns and noise machines exist for one reason or another. Money. "So some sorta Tibetan Monk shit?"