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I’ve been working and staying with Steve for a little over a week now.
My foster parents whom I lived with for 4 years haven’t tried to contact or find me. It feels amazing, meaning so little to someone. Not.
Steve introduced me to his family, well, his dad and brother. They came over a few nights last week. He introduced me as his roommate and coworker. I thought we were friends, he could have introduced me as just that. But, maybe he felt awkward because of what his dad would think. His family seems really religious, well his dad at least. His brother is my age, although I don’t remember him from school – that’s because he attended a private school. I wonder why Steve didn’t.
I don’t have work today, but Steve does. I get my paycheck at the end of the week. I can’t wait. Maybe I can put the rest of my money with the paycheck and get a down payment on an apartment for myself. Steve has set up the guest room for me and I’ve made it homey – as homey as I’ve ever had. I have a comfortable full bed, a televison, radio and dresser. I don’t have many clothes but it doesn’t matter. I have a place I feel at home.
Steve comes in when I’m looking through the newspaper, looking for cars and apartments for rent and on sale.
“Thinking of moving out?” He asks.
“Well, I really don’t want to be an imposition.” I say.
“You aren’t. Seriously, it’ll be so much cheaper if you just gave me…oh, $130 a month. That’ll include rent and gas and all other utilities. My dad owns this apartment and I don’t pay rent. Believe me, it’s no imposition. But, I can help you find a car.” He tells me.
I think about it a little. “I’d feel comfortable giving your dad a little bit of money each month. Even if it’s just another $100.”
“Caitlyn, I promise you, he won’t take the money.” Steve says, taking his Subway shirt off.
“My intentions aren’t to live rent free. You’ve already done so much for me.” I say.
“Fine. Move out if you want. I don’t see why you would. We can split the cable, electric, water and groceries. We can sit down and figure it out once we get our paychecks.” He tells me.
“Fine. I’ll stay.” I fold my arms and toss the paper down on the table. I really do need a car though.
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