Friends. Always.

A Story by Floophey

I was born to a single mother for the first time. This was twelve years ago. She was a wondrous thing, and so strong. It took an enormous amount on my part to break her. Today is my 18 birthday. I am sitting between four walls and the cake grows stale. It would have degraded completely if not for its casket of wax.

Ring! A doorbell. Maybe it is mine? Of course all the neighbors used the same sound. Sacrificing good old logic for the absurd. I remember hating the concept. It frightened me even more than what hides in the dark. The thing about crazy is that it grows on you, not unlike a fungus. Not at all like a friend.
The receiver falls to my palm.
Deep breaths sweetheart, you can do this
Always at the bell hoping to be her, it never is. A throaty, breathy, lucid, calm, green voice replies. My neighbor, a small man with sober tendencies has come for his rent. I would call him landlord but he does not own my property. Social dynamics around here are selfish. People look at their friends in the wallet. If you don't participate they may turn to you as a social outcast
Hahahahahahahahahahahahah
I let the stranger in. "aah there you are, shall we discuss this over tea?" He freezes me for a second. The urge to make him see the world half as I do.
turn him into hello
Make his legs go jello
F**K HIM BLOODY
"I would love to, but I was just finishing up my work. I have your cash here."
Who the F**K do you think you are? invite yourself into MY house for tea? There are planes of water acres deep that will swallow you whole if you come even one more step closer to MY F*****G TEAPOT
"I think it might rain soon, well it was good to see you again. I will tell my uncle you were here"
"ya, cheers hey. Make sure he knows who has seats for the game this weekend", he winks and takes my money with him. I smile as I watch him go which seems to mellow him out. His own smile blooms and I can see his day grow brighter
That was my smile, no it wasn't. What did I tell you about talking? F**K YOU I am here and I love you almost as much as you love me
It’s good to be home.