He’s gay, or he’s infatuated with Sera. Again?! How is she winning all these hotties?
Shit. MacLaine isn’t going to like this. At all.
Dean’s name gets called on the intercom, and with the greatest amount of politeness does he excuse himself from our collective presence and go into the exam room across the hall. Sera gives me an A-OK sign with finger and thumb and makes big eyes at me. All it does is make her look slightly deranged.
“What’s with the crazy eyes?” I ask, tilting my head toward the exam room door not five feet away from our seats.
“I think he likes you,” she says, and I startle myself with a full-fledged laugh. I cover it up quickly, because you know, emergency waiting rooms aren’t supposed to be happy places, peeps being sick and traumas coming in.
“Right, sistah. He likes me. Who has he been talking to all this time, hmm? Not me. I think he loves the way you fangirl over the sound of his name.” I grin at her.
She waves away my words with a hand. “Right, he was looking at me, when we’re both here. Uh-huh.” She fiddles with her braid, and stares at me. “How are you doing, buddy? What’s new and exciting?”
I should be asking her this question. I’m not the one who moved out of my old place and into Hunter’s apartment. I’m not the one whose full-time job has just become to be a mom to an awesome little boy. I’m not the one who has to juggle the health complications of said two people. She’s got enough new and exciting for the both of us.
“Nothing, nothing. Shit’s been real busy at work. My phone’s been destroyed with work e-mails, and I’ve got my boss so far up my ass, he’s worse than a fucking colonoscopy,” I growl, the annoyance and anger of the past week rising up and overtaking me.
Damn it, I just really wanted some wine and chocolate ice cream and a geeky movie tonight. It probably would’ve been one of the Harry Potter’s and I would have been so okay with that. I just wanted to relax.
The fucking curse does that to me – especially with a week’s worth of shit, and being ragged on for doing my job more exceptionally than any other ham in the company, I got the whole malocchio, bad luck crap that makes it even worse. Like this wonderful way to end a shitty week – sitting in the emergency room, nearly killing a hottie.
I just feel... so down all the time. Like I can’t get my legs underneath me, like no matter what I do, I’m stuck in the same place, in the same job with the same fuckheads that gossip, gossip, gossip, and nothing ever gets better or worse, just stays the same. Everything’s just blah.
I sometimes end up alone in my apartment on Friday nights, wondering what it would be like back at Sera’s place with Matty running around, or all three of them, passed out on the couch, each snuggling one another in a chain, having fallen asleep in front of the TV.
Right now, my eyes are gritty, and I slurp more coffee. I end up yawning anyway and passing it on to Sera.
“I’m glad you called me,” she says around her yawn, then wiping the tears from her eyes when it’s over. She’s wearing her shirt that says How do you like them apples? Yeah, Good Will Hunting would have been a good choice, too, tonight. I’m so down for a younger and hotter Matt Damon, especially with that accent. Yum.
“I would have blown my brains out from boredom otherwise, buddy. Not that I was inviting you to a party or anything fun, so kudos to you for actually showing up,” I laugh, and stifle another yawn. Shit, I’m so tired. Forget about snagging Dean’s number, as soon as he’s given the go ahead, I’m going back home to sleep the next twenty-four hours.
But you need to be up early…
“I think Dean’s still into you. Couldn’t you tell?” The way she says feels more than forced.
I shake my head. When will she ever learn? “Let’s not go there, Delos. You’re blind and oblivious to that shit. Especially when it comes to you and guys.”
Sera blushes for some odd reason. I rub my eyes carefully with my free hand, trying to keep the eye-shadow from smudging. I try to hold back another yawn, but the asshole wins.
“You know, if we had hung out tonight, I would’ve passed out on your couch before nine.” I uncross my legs, and hook the left one on the right one, kicking out my left, absently beating out Guns N’ Roses “Welcome to the Jungle”.
“You should get his phone number. I’d really like a friend named Dean. It would make my life complete.”
I snort. “Right. Next, you’re going to need a dude friend named Sam to complete the set.”
“I’m never going to find a Castiel.”