Tea with me

At mom's we were watching Young and the Restless, when the doorbell rang. It was Mavis. She had talked Walsh into dropping her off for a bit for a visit.

Mavis-:"You're here again? Uhh, I brought auntie dinner, I didn't bring enough for you."  she had homemade meatballs and pasta.

Mom-:"We already ate dinner."

Mavis-:"But you can have some with me right?"

Mom-:"I'm full from my own dinner, but I'll sit with you while you have yours."   this seemed to be enough to keep Mavis happy. So Walsh and I grabbed a cup of tea and went out to the little lounge for guests.

Me-:"What's going on?"

Walsh-:"Nothing. What's up with you? You okay?"

I think I grunted as I sipped my tea. "You've been reading have you?"  my cousin nodded giggling, as he sat back in his chair, slurping his. "I don't like the whole ending of stuff. I don't like it."

Walsh-:"What's ending?"

Me-:"Me. I'm ending." he leaned in his elbows on the little table they have in the lounge. "Not that, dumbass." I felt stupid suddenly.

Walsh-:"Anything else?"

Me-:"Like what?"

Walsh-:"Meet anyone? Get any emails from any wrestlers?"

Me-:"No and no...wait, there was a new delivery guy tonight when we got take-away. But otherwise, no nothing new."

Walsh-:"Was he cute at lest?"

Me-:"Yeah. They are getting better looking all the time. Younger all the time, but better looking. He told me the price, I handed him the money, he handed me the plastic baggy of food, then told me the price again, and I told him I gave him the money already. God it was right there in his hand still. Moron."

Walsh laughed again."He was distracted."

Me-:"He was an idiot."

Walsh-:"He was distracted staring at your boobs."

Me-:"You're gross."

Walsh-:"What? It's true, you're built like grandma was."

Me-:"That's just disturbing that you would say that. So blogging that you gross little monkey...why did you ask me if I got any emails from wrestlers? what did you do?"

Walsh-:"I didn't do anything. I just think you're not giving yourself enough credit."

Me-:"You're so weird. Thought I was the weirdo." I finished my tea. "That's why Mr. Scratchy hasn't messaged you realize that. Right? He thinks I'm a complete freak. I've said it before. And this is what I mean by ending stuff, I can't keep this whole persona after my birthday."

Walsh-:"Persona"  he air quoted the word. "What persona?"

Me-:"Creepy crazy vampire lady."

Walsh-:"You are a creepy vampire lady. And you're not crazy. My sister is crazy, you're just immature."
he moved his chair away from me sideways laughing.

Me-:"I'm too tired to try to hit you. I never said I wasn't immature, but how many of them read it as crazy? Huh? Must stop scaring the wrestlers. Not that it matters as the only guys who I meet anymore are the delivery guys."

Walsh-:"You need to stop obsessing over finding someone. Mr. Scratchy will show up when he's suppose to." he was leaning then on his hand, his glasses on the table.

Me-:"Can I get that in writing?"

Walsh-:"You're going to blog it, so it will be in writing."

Me-:"So not funny."