Phil sat across from me in the hospital, his fingers tapped nervously on his leg. The ceiling fan squeaked and the air conditioner didn't work properly causing it to be insanely hot.
I'm a problem child and my momma hates me.
Shannon's iPod didn't even begin to cure the amount of boredom I suffered at this moment.
Phil kicked my foot, "Let's go get them some food. They're gonna be starved to death when they get back."
I nodded and stood up, stuffing the iPod in my back pocket.
"Matt and Jeff are pushing for you to be a diva. They're about to die over it." Phil said as we walked to the store beside the hospital.
I laughed, "I wonder why."
"They're going on a…thing soon. Meaning they can't take you with them."
I stopped walking, "What!"
He turned around and smiled weakly, "I'm sorry, Shannon wants you to go home with Matt. Steph already signed her contract and everything…"
"Fuck. Well, this is just great." I started walking again.
He smiled, "Yeah…maybe you should go home. I mean that way John Cena won't be trying to jump down your pants every time he see's you."
I laughed, "That's one good thing. I hate that mother fucker."
"Amen, sister." He faked a southern accent.
The store was empty, with the exception of employee's. Phil grabbed a grocery cart.
"No, " I laughed, " get a basket."
He smiled and got a plastic basket.
Early, early, early this morning Matt was complaining with his side hurting really so we took him to the hospital where his appendix ruptured. Steph, Jeff and Shannon went in the room with him, Phil and I were left for fend for ourselves.
An hour and fifty bucks later we emerged from the grocery store, food in hand.
"That dude back there was totally checking you out." Phil laughed, like a drunken idiot. Even though he wasn't drunk.
"Well, he can look all he wants. But he can't buy." I smiled.
"So you and Jeff are gonna be old hags together?" Phil asked, he swung his arms back and forth.
I nodded, "I love him."
Phil grinned, "I can tell."
I'm gonna make up for lost times.