I feel like the very first time that I ever went on a date and I can’t help wishing that Lucy was here right now. I am furious to admit to myself that I actually miss the bitch, but I can’t help it. She would’ve taken me out shopping, picking the best new outfit that would make me look like the best me I could ever be. This time however I was stuck without any of my cool clothing with me, and without Lucy’s fashion sense that never seemed to disappoint. Instead I was sitting here with a fifteen year old kid that today just seemed to follow me home from the coffee shop, just expecting that he would be sleeping in my hotel room again tonight. Sure, I didn’t mind, but he could have asked.
“So you like Fynn?” Timothy asked me as he crossed his legs on the couch. He had a backpack in front of him this time. I had no idea when he went to wherever he went to get some things, but here he was, bag and all.