by Axel Lovison Fri Jan 12, 2018 9:23 pm
Axel was so fucking glad to finally be out of that hospital. The white, sterile environment been suffocating, the constant check-ins from doctors and nurses and been annoying and invasive, and worst of all, he hadn't been allowed to smoke. Now he and his mom were holed up in a hotel, and a nice one at that. So nice, in fact, that Axel wondered who was footing the bill for it. His mom was only just starting back up at work again after missing over a week, and he wouldn't be working again till his leg was better. How were they going to pay rent?
He'd asked his mom this exact question, and every time she told him the same thing: "Don't worry about it." It was honestly getting on his nerves a little. He felt condescended to, like a little kid who had no business asking about adult matters. Just because he'd been through what he'd been through didn't mean he had to be coddled now. Now that he thought about it, there were a lot of things like that now, little things that just agitated him more than usual.
Well, at least today he had something to be in a better mood about. Poppy was coming over, and then she was gonna show him around town a little bit. Maybe that was what he needed; to get out and do something finally. He was just going a little stir crazy.
"So can you like, be nice to Poppy when she gets here?" he asked his mom. Though she hadn't said it out loud (yet), it was so, so obvious that she didn't like him being involved with Poppy.
"She's not staying long, right?" she asked, not answering his request. "I don't need to have a conversation with her." Axel rolled his eyes, which in the past would have resulted in a rebuke or possibly a smack upside the head, but his mom had been trying to be nice (or as nice as she was capable of being) to him lately so she ignored it. There was a brief, awkward pause. "Listen, Axel--"
There was a knock at the door.
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Petra nearly snapped at Axel when he rolled his eyes at her, but bit her tongue at the last second. She was still worried about his emotional state. Though he seemed to be acting normal, every once in a while he'd make a little comment, or get a look on his face that things weren't alright. He was also moody as fuck, but that was understandable, she supposed.
They hadn't talked about what had happened, or what he was going through now. They had just never had the type of relationship where they talked openly about feelings or any of that crap. Even when he was little, she'd never been the one to comfort him when he'd been upset or hurt. That had been Pia.
So what was she supposed to do now? He needed to know that he had one parent who loved him unconditionally and only wanted what was best for him, but she just didn't know how to express that. "Listen, Axel--"
There was a knock at the door. Aaaaand the girl was here. Paisley's girl. If Petra was being honest, it wasn't the fact that it was Paisley's daughter that Axel was getting involved with (though of fucking course it would be.) It was the fact that she knew there was no way Axel was in a good mindset to jump into something with this, or any, girl right now. Hell, all his relationships had been disasters before going through hell in that barn. Like mother like son, hah.
She opened the door, since Axel was still pretty limited when it came to moving around. Sure enough, Paisley's daughter was standing there smiling like a ray of goddamn sunshine. "Hey Popalop!" Axel called from the bed behind her. Petra stood to the side to let her come in.