t.j. belcourt is so high right now (tokeandgrow) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-09-02 19:01:00 |
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The days had done wonders for T.J.’s composure. Steadily, he had gained back little pieces of sanity and moved past the heartbreak that completely shattered his world. He started gardening again, eating more than just snack cakes, and the crying had all but stopped. He couldn’t help that every once in a while, he was overcome with the loss of Belinda’s love; sometimes, you just needed to have a good cry so you could feel a little better afterwards. At least now the tears were not a constant and he made sure he kept them hidden from Toby as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed. On the contrary, Toby had seen more of him than any other person on the planet (maybe except for his mother) and he trusted the squirrel above all else. It was just that he didn’t particularly care for what Toby had to say about Belinda.
She was his ex-girlfriend, yes, but that didn’t mean that he hated her or anything. To be fair, he still loved her, but he knew that Toby was right about some things. Namely, Belinda left him with a barbed promise that they could remain friends. How was friendship possible when his feelings were still so strong? He definitely needed some time and space away from her before they could even be in the same room again. That much, he was inclined to agree with his friend. The other things he said, like how she was a waste of space and T.J. deserved much better, were not so easy to agree with. In moments of his greatest heartbreak, he found himself in a sort of existential crisis; who was he without someone to love? Would he ever find his soulmate?
Today was not one of those days, thankfully. He’d spent the morning out with Nana Mama, listening to her words of encouragement while he helped the pumpkin patch flourish. It was October and most of them were bright orange, but that didn’t stop him from helping a few of them grow even larger. These were the sorts of pumpkins that won contests, if he was interested in that at all. These were to donate to the elementary school and other places so kids could have a pumpkin to carve for Halloween. When he came inside, he’d worked up quite an appetite, so he set forth on making himself a sandwich -- forgetting to wash his hands before he grabbed a few slices of bread from the bag. He was just smearing mayonnaise on one side of bread when he heard the porch creak from someone moving around in front of the door. Brows furrowed, he moved forwards and peeked out through a dingy window to see who was visiting and had yet to knock.
The sight of Belinda’s long, brown hair caused him to bite his tongue as he drew a sharp breath. Cursing under his breath, he quickly dropped down to the floor in case her gaze should pass over to the window. “Shit,” he whispered just before the knock came. He glanced around frantically, looking for anything that might help him out of this situation. His eyes fell on his unfinished sandwiches and all he could think was of course she’d show up and interrupt his lunch and now he was going to have to share. “Toby!” His voice was a harsh whisper, but he was sure his friend could hear him. Just in case, he began to army crawl across the floor, clear from the view of any window (unless Belinda were to press her face against one and look down). The closer he got to Toby’s room, the better. “Toby! Come here, quick. Belinda’s here. She’s at the door. The fuck do I do?”