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.
"Ma always has some," he pouted then rested his head again on the pillow before he closed his eyes, "Promise you won't take long."
