OK that’s enough pink for one day…
Atlas in this sailor suit brings out a side in me that I never knew existed…
Would you save me if I asked you to?
I really don’t want to start anymore drama soooooo…
Jonah wandered into the kitchen and sat down at the table without saying a word. He was busily scrolling through his emails and didn’t even look up when Eden coughed for the tenth time to try and catch his attention. Eden slammed the frying pan down on the stove and stared down as the eggs started to sizzle and fry.
Hi Jonah, nice to see you. My day was awful, thanks for asking. I had to unclog three toilets at the motel and a small child threw up on me. Eden grumbled to himself. Oh! And the repo men showed up at the motel looking for you. Hey, Jonah, why are repo men looking for you?
Jonah didn’t reply. He continued to scroll through his emails, trying his best to ignore Eden and his questions. Eden glared at the back of Jonah’s head for a while before noticing the eggs were burning. Good. He let the burn some more before plating them up and dropping the plate on the table in front of Jonah.
If you want anything else, cook it yourself. Eden spat.
I’m behind on some debts. Jonah said, finally speaking.
What? Eden asked, folding his arms. I thought you said everything was fine.
I lied. Jonah said, looking down at the burned eggs.
Please, just sell the motel. Eden sighed, sitting down opposite Jonah. It’s using up every penny we have.
I can’t. Jonah said, shaking his head. I wont.
Eden sighed and put his head in his hands. Jonah was stubborn and had way too much pride. He would be out on the streets before he asked for help or sold the motel. He hated to admit failure, even though both he and Eden know that the motel was a complete disaster. Things were constantly breaking, staff always needed pay rises and do many times people checked out without paying.
I think it’s time to break out plan B. Eden said, looking down at the table.
Definitely not. Jonah said firmly. I am not calling my brother.