Angelique could be such a bitch.
Sometimes she thought she’d be happier if she could permanently be in Little space. Of course, she’d still have to do things like order her food and clean and other adult stuff. She wasn’t really good at remembering to do things like bathe or eat or drink water when she was in Little headspace either.
Gladys had been a bitch today. After getting back from lunch, Juliet hadn’t been feeling great. She’d ended up giving her burger to Roger, the homeless guy in the park.
Once they’d gotten back to the library, she found that Gladys had left her a list of jobs that she knew Juliet would hate. Once, she’d tried to get close to her, but Elias had stepped between them.
Why had she let Gladys get to her?
She sucked harder on her pacifier.
Her phone buzzed with a text. Reuben checking in on her. Then another came through from Kiesha. Then Isa.
Okay, so she needed to remember that she had friends. She wasn’t on her own anymore. Gladys might be a bitch, but she couldn’t truly hurt her.
She replied to everyone then brought up Xavier’s contact. She shouldn’t bother him. He was busy. But, she was upset and she wanted to hear his voice. Besides, if she told Reuben or Brick what a cow Gladys was being, they’d likely go all psycho on her. Xavier was more level-headed.
Juliet:U have time 2 talk?
Xavier: Let me go somewhere private.
Her phone soon buzzed with a video call. She hastily tugged out her pacifier, putting it down before answering.
Then he was there, smiling down the phone at her. His eyes narrowed in concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said cheerfully. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“You can interrupt me anytime.”
That was so sweet. She smiled at him.
“But you weren’t interrupting anything. Just my mother lecturing me about my job, my life choices. All of that crap.”
“Oh, Xavy, I’m so sorry. How did today go?”
“I took Mother to her appointment today. Now, we just have to wait on the biopsy result.”
The poor guy looked exhausted. And he was asking her if she was okay?
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
“Distract me. Tell me about your day.”
Hm. What could she tell him that would cheer him up?
“Roger’s got a new sweatshirt. Kiesha got it for him.”
“Oh Lord, what does it have on it?” he asked.
“Well, it’s black then in neon written along the front it says: Sarcasm and orgasm. Two things most people don’t get.”
Xavier huffed out a laugh. And she grinned, pleased she’d amused him.
“Kiesha is trouble.”
“She’s so much fun, though. I wish I was brave and funny like she is.”