Damn, you curse in your head, it's almost seven thirty, just tell me I lost the lottery already.
For the umpteenth time, you sit on your couch, eyes staring holes into your lottery ticket and begging to win. Of course, one side of you groans at another predicted loss, but another, another side of you is more hopeful than usual. Just maybe, you'll be able to say today WAS my lucky day and I--that's right, me-- I won the lottery. The look on your face will be priceless if only--
"--27, 19, 11, 2, 40. That's right folks, 27, 19, 11, 2, 40. Now stay tuned for more Channel 2 Action News."
You sigh, glance down at your card, and half-heartidly throw it on the ground. You jump out of your seat, pick up the ticket, and proceeds to throw it into the trash.
Another damned loss. If only they aired 27, 19, 11, 2, and...
Wait a second.
You throw yourself at the trashcan and recover the ticket. It's stained in barbecue sauce and covered in disgusting chicken grease, but who cares? You have a 30 million dollar item in your hands. That filthy ticket worth millions. You can't believe what your seeing!
You scream, and start running around your house like a complete asshole. Your boyfriend, Aiden, screams back at you sarcastically. He stumbles downstairs and stares at you, confused.
"What the hell." He whispers, opening the refridgerator and grabbing some milk. "Did someone die? Do I need to hold your hand?" He pours the milk into the cup. "But seriously, what's with the screaming?"
For some reason, a smile spreads all across your face. You race the lottery ticket, right up to his face, and giggle.
"So, it's a stupid ticket. We lost--again. Why are you laughing?"
"Because I won, you jackass! After years and years of losing dollar after dollar, Aiden, I won! Baby, we won!"
His jaw dropped and his whole face shriveled in disgust.
"Baby, what are we gonna do with 30 mil? We could do so much, we could screw up our lives, we could have kids, we could get married, baby, this is a tough descision.
You wanted so badly to argue with him--again-- that taking risks is necessary in a relationship. But something overtook you.
"Aiden. Leave."
For the umpteenth time, you sit on your couch, eyes staring holes into your lottery ticket and begging to win. Of course, one side of you groans at another predicted loss, but another, another side of you is more hopeful than usual. Just maybe, you'll be able to say today WAS my lucky day and I--that's right, me-- I won the lottery. The look on your face will be priceless if only--
"--27, 19, 11, 2, 40. That's right folks, 27, 19, 11, 2, 40. Now stay tuned for more Channel 2 Action News."
You sigh, glance down at your card, and half-heartidly throw it on the ground. You jump out of your seat, pick up the ticket, and proceeds to throw it into the trash.
Another damned loss. If only they aired 27, 19, 11, 2, and...
Wait a second.
You throw yourself at the trashcan and recover the ticket. It's stained in barbecue sauce and covered in disgusting chicken grease, but who cares? You have a 30 million dollar item in your hands. That filthy ticket worth millions. You can't believe what your seeing!
You scream, and start running around your house like a complete asshole. Your boyfriend, Aiden, screams back at you sarcastically. He stumbles downstairs and stares at you, confused.
"What the hell." He whispers, opening the refridgerator and grabbing some milk. "Did someone die? Do I need to hold your hand?" He pours the milk into the cup. "But seriously, what's with the screaming?"
For some reason, a smile spreads all across your face. You race the lottery ticket, right up to his face, and giggle.
"So, it's a stupid ticket. We lost--again. Why are you laughing?"
"Because I won, you jackass! After years and years of losing dollar after dollar, Aiden, I won! Baby, we won!"
His jaw dropped and his whole face shriveled in disgust.
"Baby, what are we gonna do with 30 mil? We could do so much, we could screw up our lives, we could have kids, we could get married, baby, this is a tough descision.
You wanted so badly to argue with him--again-- that taking risks is necessary in a relationship. But something overtook you.
"Aiden. Leave."
