Stopping Time

ForestExpert: Jared I need help.

CronchCronchCronch: what is it my dude?

ForestExpert: I might've met my soulmate?

CronchCronchCronch: what do you mean "might've"?

ForestExpert: well I mean my timer counted down but I didn't see his

ForestExpert: and he believes he doesn't have one or doesn't need one. And my timer did break a few months ago so it could still be broken even though it stopped counting.

CronchCronchCronch: shit man I'm not sure what to say. Who is this soulmate anyways?

ForestExpert: I'd rather not say. . .

CronchCronchCronch: let me guess.

CronchCronchCronch: it's not Zoe cause you said "he"

CronchCronchCronch: is it. . .

CronchCronchCronch: Mr. school shooter?

ForestExpert: . . . Maybe.

CronchCronchCronch: man I feel bad for you if you are soulmates. He's probably the worst person ever.

ForestExpert: way to make a guy feel great Jared.

ForestExpert: and he might not be that bad. I mean I've never spoke to him except for when he read my letter for therapy and yelled but that doesn't mean he's not nice.

CronchCronchCronch: either way, you're screwed.

CronchCronchCronch: gotta go, dinner time.

ForestExpert: wait don't leave I still need to figure this out.

ForestExpert: Jared?

ForestExpert: please

ForestExpert: talk to you later I guess.

Evan sighed and dropped his phone on his bed, falling back. His face met the soft blankets on his bed. His stomach rumbled. His Mom was working late tonight and there was nothing he liked in the fridge. There was however, a twenty dollar bill on the kitchen counter. But that means he'd have to talk on the phone. Or order it online. But then he'd have to wait awkwardly as the delivery person counted change.

Guess he's not eating tonight.

Since it was the first day of school, there was no homework, meaning there was nothing for Evan to do.

He could watch tv. Or read. Or scroll through YouTube.

That sounded fun and all, but Evan's bed seemed extremely comfortable right now. Evan's eyes drifted shut. He didn't bother standing up to climb under the blankets. He just sort of rolled himself up. Like a burrito. A big, soft burrito.

Evan sighed as he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Evan woke up due to the extreme need to pee. He quickly ran to the bathroom. When he was done, he stepped out of the bathroom and noticed the lights on downstairs. He quietly walked down the stairs.

His Mom stood in the kitchen, looking exhausted. She looked up when she heard a stair creak.

"Hello Evan," Heidi said.

"Oh," Evan said, "hey mom. I thought you didn't get back until eleven?"

"It is eleven." Evan glanced over at the clock on the oven. "I see you didn't eat." Heidi nodded over to the twenty dollars still on the counter.