@Fraust
(Oh noooo Lloyd got her sick rip)
(Oh noooo Lloyd got her sick rip)
"At the café," Lillian responded.
(Ripperoni pepperoni)
"Oh thats my laptop." Ben responded, retrieving it.
"Okay, be there in 5." He shoved the rest of the pizza in his mouth and got in the car.
He was there in 4 minutes waiting for her to get in.
"Do you need anything Lloyd? I can go get some medicine if you…" Ben shook his head. "Sorry, I forgot, you don't really know about that sort of stuff. Do you need anything that'll help?"
Lillian saw Darren's car and got in. She looked at him, "You really shouldn't have to do this. But you do. And it's great."
Darren gave a confused look, "You mean pick you up?"
"Um, I dunno. The people with white coats drugged me up so everything's kind of a blur…"
"Yeah, and deal with me. And my fucking mother. And my dumbass problems," Lillian was half asleep. This sickness had set on fast.
"I can leave if you want to be alone." Ben said, not exactly sure what to do.
"Nah, it's good. Ooooh! What's it doing?" Lloyd suddenly became very interested in the laptop screen. "It's moooooving."
"I like your dumbass problems," He looked at her smiling, "It's a good distraction from my dumbass problems. Besides I love you and wouldn't trade it for anything." He began to drive, "You okay? You seem exhausted."
Ben laughed, explaining "Yeah, its a movie. You were watching it befor you got hit."
"I think Lloyd got me sick. Or maybe it's a different sickness. Either way I'm," she sneezed, "Sick. And it fucking sucks."
Darren nodded, "Where are we going?" He suddenly realized he didn't know and was just driving aimlessly.
"A movie?" Lloyd cocked his head to the side. "What's it about?" He drew his knees up to his chest, watching the screen intently.
"I don't fucking know," Lillian sneezed yawned, "Somewhere. Anywhere."
"Like angels and demons or something like that." Ben looked at Lloyd. "Do you remember that you're an angel?"
"I was gonna go to Maggiano's at some point today to make some extra money, you up for watching me sing for random patrons at an Italian restaurant?"
"Yeaaaaah. My wings are sooooft…" He grabbed them and wrapped them around himself like a blanket.
"Sure!" Lillian smiled sleepily, "I love it when you sing."
Darren laughed, "Perfect. Just don't tell anyone I work there."
(Don't what? dON'T WHAT?)
(You good?)
(I don't know what to do there? I mean not do. It just say 'don't anyone' )
(lol I didn't even see that…)
(I see it now thank you!)
Lillian nodded, "I got it. Mr. Car, Darren totally doesn't sing at an Italian restaurant."
(Also lol.)
Ben laughed, loving how loose Lloyd was being. "THey sure are bud."
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