sam is always fuckin up somehow
Lara has had the flu for the past week, and I, being her roommate have been talking care of her. It's pretty bad; she hasn't been able to get up since last night because she gets horrible coughing fits. I've woken up early today, though, so I'm going to try to make her breakfast in bed. I pull the sheets off my face and get up out of bed.
On my way to the kitchen I peek into Lara's room and see if she's still asleep, which she is, and continue my journey to the kitchen. The kitchen was trashed since she hasn't had the energy to clean it, and we have internet in our loft so there is no way I'm leaving my computer to clean. I walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a carton of eggs and orange juice. Thankfully we have one frying pan left in the cupboard, I hate washing dishes, getting wet food on your hands is fucking nasty. Anyway, I turn the stove on to the highest setting and crack some eggs onto the pan, putting bread into the toaster at the same time.
It only takes me three minutes to fuck up, I don't exactly remember how everything happened, but somehow the eggs burnt and the orange juice is all over the floor. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," I chant as I take the burnt eggs off the stove and grab a dish rag to clean up the O.J. that's made itself comfortable on our tiled floor. "Sam?" I hear from the hallway. "FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK" I try and clean as fast as I can, but Lara is too fast for me. She walks into the kitchen, perfectly fine, and stares right at me.
"What the hell is going on in here?" she questions and I give up. I spread out on the floor like a starfish and pretend I'm invisible. "Sam." She walks over and lightly kicks me in the ribs, demanding answers.
"I might have attempted to make you breakfast." I say into the tiles
"You were going to feed me this?" Lara's voice isn't as serious and she jabs at the burnt eggs with a spatula.
"I don't even remember what happened." I get up and theres orange juice all over my front. Lara chuckles at me, "I must have gotten better overnight, c'mon sweetie, turn off the burner and get dressed. Let's go out to a café and get some real food."
"What about the mess." I ask, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, you'll clean this up when we get back."
I accept my fate and get dressed to go out.