Hey Monday

d r i f t i n g

-ellen-

"I am so fucking done with you," I spat at Noah. He crossed his arms and sighed at me. 

Hours earlier, in the pool, Noah had done something really strange. We were listening to an Echosmith song when he said something that I thought was "I love you." But I couldn't hear it over the music, and even if he did like me, it would ruin everything. He was here to be my best friend, not my boyfriend. I told myself that if he asked me out, I would say no. 

After that strange encounter, we didn't speak for awhile. But then he started a fight with me, and that is crossing a line, because nobody fights with Ellen Grace Wilson.

It all started when he said that he didn't want to make any stops tomorrow. Indignant and a little exasperated, I had replied with my standard "it's to make memories" response.

Apparently, Noah was not in the mood to hear that. He rolled his eyes and said, "Make memories on your own time. I'm tired and the world does not revolve around you, princess." 

Maybe he was right, but at the time I was incredibly offended. I had called him an asshole and told him to go suck a certain sexual organ, but we won't go into detail about that. 

Then, Noah had said, "I can see why your parents wanted to get rid of you." He didn't even look regretful about it either.

So now here we were, staring at each other and wondering where things had gone so wrong. 

After telling him that I was "so fucking done" with him, I angrily stomped out of the living room and into my back bedroom, drawing a little curtain in the doorway closed. I needed some solitude.

I violently ripped my notebook open and clicked a mechanical pencil a few times. After a moment of thinking, I scrawled: 

It's like a button in my brain is broken, I'm always sassy and irritable and annoyed with the entire world. It's affecting my relationships and I'm not a fun person to be around- and this time, it's not PMS. I don't like this person that I can't unbecome. 

Then I drew a messy raindrop covering the left half of the words. 

After a moment to myself, I had calmed down a bit. I didn't need food, or water, or anything like that- at the moment, I craved human affection. And I sure as hell wasn't going to get it from Noah. 

I checked the time and, upon discovering that it was 8 PM, I stomped into the main room, flung open Jamie's door, and left without so much as a glance in Noah's direction. I wasn't sure where I was going, but anywhere would be good enough. 

Noah had parked Jamie at some all-night pharmacy of some sort. I looked to the left- there was a McDonald's, an Old Navy, and some other stores, and to the right there was a highway. After a second of thought, I decided on the McDonald's. 

It was a pretty cold night, and I had begun to doubt my light sweater and skinny jeans. I almost went back to the RV. Almost. 

But then I gathered my pride, held my head high, and continued walking down the street to where my fast food was. 

As soon as I entered, the overwhelming aroma of grease almost overpowered me. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell to me- it's not as if I was one of those health nuts totally against a burger now and then- but it still took a moment to get used to.

I stuck my hands inside my front sweatshirt pocket as I waited in line, trying to find my wallet. I felt my phone, a couple mints, and then I pulled it out. 

"I can help who's next?" The man at one of the registers offered. He had spiky black hair and an ear gauge, which I liked.

"Hi, I'll have a McChicken and some fries please?" I asked tentatively. One time I had read online that a lady found a chicken head in her food, and won something like 100,000 dollars when she sued them.