I Try My Best

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira

I had to borrow some of Bobby's clothes since I had forgotten to bring anything of my own before I left the house. I did not even know why I said 'borrow' when most of what I packed for Bobby were my clothes because that had become his wardrobe for the past few months. He had abandoned his clothes completely once his jeans were a bit too snug for his liking. 

Plus he was so stingy he did not want to buy anything new so I just had to deal with having my side of the closet a complete mess because he did not understand the meaning of 'color coding'. 

"Will you bring me some chocolate milk?" he tugged on the sleeve of the black hoodie I was wearing. 

"Do you think Rob would have chocolate milk?" I raised my eyebrows since we both knew Rob's kitchen was worse than a barren desert.