Charlotte hated when old friends reached out to her. They were all finishing up school and getting real jobs suddenly. Nobody seemed to be doing anything big for the past few years and all the sudden there was an explosion of 'good' news on
Facebook
.
What could she say about herself? She could have never imagine herself ever being 24 and still living at her parents'. In high school she wasn't the type you'd call a dreamer, not the ambitious type, but she certainly wasn't the lazy type. People would coin her to be an honest girl, who maybe not successful would make a good life for herself.
Instead she was being a burden on her family, taking up a bedroom... the bedroom that could've been used as a study for her younger brother Grover had she been more of an adult. Maybe her coworker at the
diner
was right. Maybe it was time to just get married and let a man take care of her. Financially at least.
She didn't know how the other girls did it. How could they just be okay with marrying the type of men who solicited them on
Tinder
and the bars. Weren't they all either disgusting? Or horribly uninteresting?
Maybe she was being too harsh on them. She never thought anything bad about her little brother. And who was to say there wasn't an older version of Grover out there? It was
Friday
. She liked working the evenings on Friday because that meant she didn't have to feel obligated to go socialize and
party
like the rest of the world seemed to be doing.
She had just gotten done getting dressed and putting her
makeup
on as quickly as she could so that she wouldn't hog the bathroom. When she left she peeked into Grover's room.
"I'm heading to work. Do you need a ride somewhere?"
"No. Why would I?"
"I don't know. It's Friday. Don't you want to hang out with your friends?"
"What friends?"
"Oh come on. What about that Roger boy?"
"I don't think we're friends anymore."
Charlotte looked at him long before saying, "Did something happen? We can talk about it when I get back tonight. Want me to bring you anything?"
"See ya," she said as she walked down the hall. She felt worried for her brother. He really ought to go do something with somebody instead of just sitting on his computer. After all it was the weekend. And she could swear that he had been messaging people on his phone pretty regularly since yesterday. Grover hardly used his phone for texting, so there must be something going on there. She turned back around.
"Hey, why don't you come with me to the diner? You need to get out of the house anyways."
"No way I'm not going to sit there for five hours!"
"Relax. Sean is leaving an hour from now. He'll bring you back home... Or to wherever else you need to go."
