So a few days ago I got a call from an acquaintance of mine, it was during a rain storm and they sounded like they were crying, she asked me to pick her and her girlfriend up. This wasn't a problem, and it was pouring outside, it would be a dick move to just let them sit out in such awful weather. When I picked them up I assumed they needed to be dropped off where I'd given them rides too before, this was not the case however. They told me they didn't have a place to stay. Th logical thing for me to do, as my mom and I had just talked about letting people crash with us, was to invite them to stay a night or two at my house. I wasn't a big deal, and I enjoy helping people out when I can.
We get to my place and I offer them food and drink and all that. Nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as they don't know where things are I make some noodles and the like for them. They get on my laptop and look at stupid videos on youtube and chit chat and everything seems peachy. We go downstairs to watch a film, but they mostly just talk, and I asked to turn it off so I could focus on my homework. We get pizza, they fall asleep, Normal crap. My mum, was home the next day but sent them off to the library when she had to run errands, I can understand not wanting random teenagers in your house with no one else there. When they get back, I'm already home. Their first thought is food. I offer up what we have, apologizing that I've not gone to the store yet. Rather than say something normal that you would say to a person who's housing and feeding you for nothing in return, the girl friend tells me several times that I should go shopping. They eat... quite a bit and then sit around doing... I don't even know. At this point my energy was way low, having been round people constantly. I wander off to do things in solitude. Again they fall asleep on the couch while watching Jude play video games. The basement is starting to smell quite rank, even though they showered that day. Friday comes, my mom told them the day before that since gradation is coming for me and things will be getting busy and we'll be out a lot they need to work on finding another place to stay. They ask me if I'm busy, I tell them I am. I have work to do and plans to go to "senior days" at my school, and work on credit recovery english. They still ask me to drive them someplace half an hour away. While I try to figure out if I have time for that, and give them some clothes that I don't wear any more (the girlfriend once again complains that they're not boy clothes. Shocker, I don't have boy clothes.) and they try to goad me into leaving. After my mom doesn't text me back I finally relent. It's a place for them to stay, and we're kicking them out, it's only right to get them to their next place. We finally get there, after a lot of guess work because they don't actually know her address or where she lives exactly we get there. I'm pretty anxious, losing time when I have things to do freak me out. They go to see her, and I wait, just to make sure everything checks out. What do ya know. She isn't there. They sent me on an hour long round trip, and didn't even think to check that the girl they were gonna stay with was there or was okay with them staying. We sat around for a half an hour as they tried to contact her on Facebook and figure out were thy could stay. At this point I just want to cry. Like I said, wasting time freaks me out really bad. I speed home. It's two. I have wasted three hours on some stupid goose chase. They apologize twice, and offer me gas money. That's hardly the problem and I let them know. So I pick up my homework and drive them to my school, which is 10 minutes away to drop them off and do what I need to do. Senior days seems like it's run its course just about, but I go inside to check in on english. She has me sit and work for an hour and I do little, because I really could do all of this at home. By the time I leave, even the inflatable slides that the school rented are completely packed up. No one is there. I sit in my car, unsure of what to feel. I pick up max and get a slushie and go home to try and forget about things.
I want to feel good that I helped some people out. That should be the reward in and of itself. But those girls were so annoying, so rude, so ungrateful, I can't even believe it. All they did was waste my time and put a permanent stink in our couch. I really feel bad for them because they don't understand how to couch surf, how to be runaways. You have to plan. You have to take every opportunity. But I think the most important thing is being polite to the people giving you freaking charity. It seemed like they just expected for people and places to stay to leap out of ground and give them their every need. They didn't seem to see that what my mum and I did for them was a lot. More than we needed to. I could have told them I was busy with math when they called and not given it a second thought. I almost wish I had.
We get to my place and I offer them food and drink and all that. Nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as they don't know where things are I make some noodles and the like for them. They get on my laptop and look at stupid videos on youtube and chit chat and everything seems peachy. We go downstairs to watch a film, but they mostly just talk, and I asked to turn it off so I could focus on my homework. We get pizza, they fall asleep, Normal crap. My mum, was home the next day but sent them off to the library when she had to run errands, I can understand not wanting random teenagers in your house with no one else there. When they get back, I'm already home. Their first thought is food. I offer up what we have, apologizing that I've not gone to the store yet. Rather than say something normal that you would say to a person who's housing and feeding you for nothing in return, the girl friend tells me several times that I should go shopping. They eat... quite a bit and then sit around doing... I don't even know. At this point my energy was way low, having been round people constantly. I wander off to do things in solitude. Again they fall asleep on the couch while watching Jude play video games. The basement is starting to smell quite rank, even though they showered that day. Friday comes, my mom told them the day before that since gradation is coming for me and things will be getting busy and we'll be out a lot they need to work on finding another place to stay. They ask me if I'm busy, I tell them I am. I have work to do and plans to go to "senior days" at my school, and work on credit recovery english. They still ask me to drive them someplace half an hour away. While I try to figure out if I have time for that, and give them some clothes that I don't wear any more (the girlfriend once again complains that they're not boy clothes. Shocker, I don't have boy clothes.) and they try to goad me into leaving. After my mom doesn't text me back I finally relent. It's a place for them to stay, and we're kicking them out, it's only right to get them to their next place. We finally get there, after a lot of guess work because they don't actually know her address or where she lives exactly we get there. I'm pretty anxious, losing time when I have things to do freak me out. They go to see her, and I wait, just to make sure everything checks out. What do ya know. She isn't there. They sent me on an hour long round trip, and didn't even think to check that the girl they were gonna stay with was there or was okay with them staying. We sat around for a half an hour as they tried to contact her on Facebook and figure out were thy could stay. At this point I just want to cry. Like I said, wasting time freaks me out really bad. I speed home. It's two. I have wasted three hours on some stupid goose chase. They apologize twice, and offer me gas money. That's hardly the problem and I let them know. So I pick up my homework and drive them to my school, which is 10 minutes away to drop them off and do what I need to do. Senior days seems like it's run its course just about, but I go inside to check in on english. She has me sit and work for an hour and I do little, because I really could do all of this at home. By the time I leave, even the inflatable slides that the school rented are completely packed up. No one is there. I sit in my car, unsure of what to feel. I pick up max and get a slushie and go home to try and forget about things.
I want to feel good that I helped some people out. That should be the reward in and of itself. But those girls were so annoying, so rude, so ungrateful, I can't even believe it. All they did was waste my time and put a permanent stink in our couch. I really feel bad for them because they don't understand how to couch surf, how to be runaways. You have to plan. You have to take every opportunity. But I think the most important thing is being polite to the people giving you freaking charity. It seemed like they just expected for people and places to stay to leap out of ground and give them their every need. They didn't seem to see that what my mum and I did for them was a lot. More than we needed to. I could have told them I was busy with math when they called and not given it a second thought. I almost wish I had.
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