I Need A Pick-me-up Novels & Stories

Shoving my earbuds into my ears I press play on my music app and prepare to wait out the journey. ****** Climbing up the steps out of the subway station, I find myself standing in the brilliant sunshine. The warmth hitting my face makes me feel slightly better about the crappy day I have had. Unlocking my phone, I search up the nearest liquor store. Finding out that it is coincidentally directly on my way to Kenzie’s, I smile to myself. Yet another thing to make my day slightly better. I let Kenxie know that I am about fifteen minutes away. I also ask if she needs me to grab anything else.

I'm quite tired, and I don’t know what to do to give myself some relief and relaxation without the help of others. It's now a quarter before noon. I've never done anything since Kent left but listen to my playlist on my phone. Instrumentals and classical music. Perfect for dramatic high school and early adulthood life. I've been eating chips for a couple of minutes, and my jaws are already hurting from chewing them. With cans of soda pops and water in front of me, this is quite a little haven. I didn't think eating junk foods during a stressful day was a thing, but it is, to me.

sign buzzing above me. The fluorescent lights inside were too bright, almost dizzying after the dark road. I grabbed a basket and started pacing the aisles, filling it with things that felt right—herbal teas, ginger root, chicken broth, saltine crackers, bottled water, honey. My mind raced: Would she eat this? Would she like it? Was it enough? God, I wished I knew. At the fruit section, I stood there too long, trying to figure out if oranges or tangerines had more vitamin C.

Mindy So much for recharging my batteries over the weekend. I accidentally sent nudes to my boss, my relationship ended, and my mom is in hospital. Not exactly the relaxing weekend I’d planned. Every inch of my body feels heavy and worn out. I’d applied some makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes, but it didn’t change how I felt. I still feel like crap. What would help is a hit of caffeine, injected straight into my brain. As soon as I arrive at work, I'll head straight to the kitchen and make the strongest coffee possible to help me survive the day. And maybe another one before I meet Maron Korolev first time after sending him the damn nudes.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN My phone pings inside my bag. It's from Julie, her usual dancing sticker. I reply with one of my best stickers, sticking out a tongue, then I push back the phone into my bag as I look around the restaurant. There's a queue of people waiting to buy coffee. I was in that queue five minutes ago, drained my first cup of coffee and now I'm tempted to step into line for a second one. I need it to stay pumped with all the meetings I have lined up today, both physical and online meetings.

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Bring a towel and your courage } I smiled despite myself, typing back. { I'll bring the courage if you bring the sanity } His response came quickly. {no promises, Sunny. Someone has to be the bad influence } I set down my phone and pulled out my medication organizer, counting pills with practiced efficiency. The ritual was so familiar now that I barely thought about it, antibiotics, enzymes, supplements, all designed to keep my faulty body functioning despite itself.

"No caffeine. You can have herbal tea, or I’ll make you one of your protein shakes." "I’m an adult. I can drink what I want." I slide the mug across the marble. It screeches annoyingly, so I do it again. Not making a great case on the adult front, but my pleasures are limited at the moment, so I take them where I can. "I’m bored, Kir. My brain is eating itself. I want to do something." "Read a book." "I don't want to read a book." I lean over the island, completely ignoring the sharp protest of my ribs.

The next morning, I woke to a profound stillness. It was the Christmas holiday break, the one period where The Citadel truly fell silent, and I didn't have to worry about the market or the next hostile takeover. I was still twenty-three, and even if I didn't act it, I looked my age—a point of silent, private pride. I began my elaborate skincare routine. Afterward, I went downstairs to the kitchen, where a perfect bowl of mixed fruit was waiting, exactly as requested.

“Nothing apart from the fact that I am having a terrible morning.” “That sounds really bad, but I want you to know you’re not the only one experiencing this. My day isn’t going fun either.” “Get, how about this? Why don’t I come over? We can do our assignments together and pull each other out of our miseries.” “That sounds like a good idea!” “How about I show up around 12.” “That would be good,” I replied. “Do you have any fun snacks? I’m kind of a snack guy, from Cheetos to anything with a high amount of cheese?”