The Fallen and the Angel

It’s January 5, 2014. I’ve been home for 3 days. The weather is at 73 degrees, which is “cold” for the average Californian.

Life had somewhat gone back to normal after I got home. I really didn’t think about Andy much.

But when I did, I actually felt like I had a purpose in this big, lonely world…

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I opened my eyes to see light seeping in through my purple curtains. And to see my Lab Truffles sprawled on his back, next to his bed. I half groaned, half laughed as I rolled on to my side to look at my clock. It was 11:23. The poor fucking thing probably starved to death.

After I sat up and stared at my wall for a good 10 minutes, I stood to stretch and my head started pounding. It was weird, I had chronic everyday (and for the love of baby Jesus in the manger I do mean EVERY. DAY.) headaches, but they stopped about two months ago.

Figuring it was just another sign of me getting ill, to accompany the cough I was developing, I waddled into the bathroom to pee and whatnot and took some allergy medication. I was probably going down for a four hour nap because of it.

I absent-mindedly turned the T.V. on as I entered the small living room/kitchenette of my apartment. Isn’t the L.A. life sublime?

Truffles came running when he heard the kibble hit his dish. I was glad someone in this house was able to wake up quickly. I probably would too if I had someone feeding me… No I wouldn’t never mind.

The dumb-dumb had successfully managed to drag my schoolbag halfway into the hallway, and after I placed his dish down and went to put it back into my room, that’s when it hit me that I had a paper due the day I got back.

“Oh, BURN ME IN MY SLEEP!” I groaned as I dragged my feet to the damn bag. I mean really who wants to write a paper on the art during the Neolithic Age? More importantly, who in the hell takes an art history class besides me?

After retrieving my laptop and starting Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on the good ol’ boobtube, I nearly flung myself into my moon chair and waited for my laptop to warm up.

Watching the opening scenes of the movie for much longer than needed for my computer to get up and running, I jump a little when the buzzer doorbell rang. The only person that could possibly be visiting is my friend Christine, if she wasn’t currently in Virginia.

Truffles, instead of barking like a normal dog, ran up to the door silently and stared at it as usual until I almost shoved him out of the way to open it.

“Hi, love.” He said as my most likely terrified eyes met his electric blue beauties. Why the frick frack do I never use the peephole?

More importantly, what the frick frack was going the hell on?!

“You- but- how- you!” Was all I was able to stutter before I looked down at my stained t-shirt, plaid pajama bottoms, braless self. “Sweet Jesus, I’ll be right back.” I shut the door before he had time to protest. It took me all of 5 strides to make it to my room to grab a bra and more presentable, less stained t-shirt before I dashed into the bathroom to get rid of my ass breath.

When I opened the door again, his smile was all it took to break me. I don’t know where they came from, but tears started falling from my eyes and I slammed myself into him. I didn’t realize how much I had missed him.

“Woah there!” He laughed before wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt him nuzzle his head into my hair and his hands slid down to the small of my back. To stop myself from doing unholy things to him right there in the hallway, I let him go.

He was still holding me tight to him even though he was looking at me when I asked “How the hell did you find me?”

“It’s a long story.” He smiled and kissed my nose.

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