soup kitchen

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jk prev after that weird incounterment I go to the soup kitchen, I like to volunteer it gives me something good to do, I walk through and grab a apron, I pull it over my neck and I always have trouble tying it, I reach around but I can't get it into a bowtie, suddenly I feel someone's hands pulling at my strings and tying it. I turn around to see who it was my jaw drops open in awe,, it was the stranger that I bumped into earlier. he had a stern look on his face, my hands make.there way to my lips( I'm sorry about earlier) I try to say maybe he wants an apology, his eyes drop," ots fine it was both of our fault". he turns away from a d walks over to his station. ( what are you doing here) I ask wondering why he is here." I do this in my spare time" he replys with a mono tune voice, his voice didn't even hit a high pitch at all it stay low.( oh, I do this to give back to the community) he gruffs, " yea let me guess your this perfect boy, a guy who does everything right and brat in other words" his words stung, each word falling into a bucket of sarcasm. ( what perfect no, I'm just trying to be good) i say in defense," hmmh" ( why are you so sarcastic) " I'm not, I'm realistic " he says with a stern face and voice,( o ok) he looks down at his plate he was washing, the steam from the hot water rose up, I can't help but wonder how that's not hurting his skin. ( could I take u for coffee) I ask, trying to be friendly," No, I dont waste time with f**k feelings, " his words confuse me, ( I was asking to get to know u). his facial expression changes from stone to angered, I don't really know why. " I said no and that's my answer" he slams the washcloth on the plate and leaves. his reaction seems abit to extreme, I take off my apron and quickly run outside to see if I can find him, my eyes pace back and forth off the ally walls he is nowhere in sight. ( huh, what an odd person) v prev after I leave the soup kitchen, I'm still pissed, why do people constantly insist on asking me out, but he said as friends but, that's also what my ex said when he and I first met. I pull my hood over my head and kept walking down the street. I fumble jn my pockets for my keys, I open my door to my small apartment, before ei can walk in I see a pink note on the floor. as I picked it up horror struck. " f**k it when i thought s**t couldn't get any worse" it's an eviction notice. I have no we're to go and my job won't pay enough for me to get a new place, my parents live way to far away and they won't have any room for me. I lay in my bed, maybe something will come up some magical blessing. I slowly drift asleep.
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