Saving and Secrets

Annabelle gasped with glee when she got offered to paint and looked at her brother with begging eyes. "Please, Caleb." She begged him. Caleb, like always, couldnt resist his little sister and nodded. "Go on, we still have some time before we got to go." He told her and chuckled as she ran off to get a giant tshirt put on her to paint. The girl happily giggled and she took a brush, dipped it in some green paint and drew a line. Annabelle was pretty creative and artistic for a ten year old. she started off making some green grass and then started to paint three people.

Caleb smiled seeing his sister enjoy herself and looked up when April asked if he wanted to join in as well. "Oh um.. I'm not very artistic. I'll probably just ruin the paining." He said, but Anna walked up to him and grabbed his hand. "Please big brother, it's so much fun." She said and tried pulling him out of the chair. Caleb sighed and got up which caused Annabelle to laugh happily and handed her brother a brush with some paint on it. "You can give me hair." Annabelle said and pointed at the shorter figure in the painting. "April, you paint Caleb and I paint you." She smiled.

"Anna, I dont know if you'll be able to finish your painting before we leave." Caleb reminded her. "That's okay." Annabelle said. "Can I come here next time and finish it Miss April?" She asked sweetly.

(What if next time April and Caleb meet, its super rainy and April sees him sitting against a building or something as she rushes home from work?)
 
April chuckled at Caleb's awkwardness, handing him her largest apron. It fit him like a normal apron would, which made her and Anna giggle even more. The little artist was so enthusiastic, April couldn't help but smile. She made it a point to encourage her, complimenting her on the grass and little triangle bodies she drew.

"Oh geez, Anna, I think you're shaping up to be a wonderful artist! Even better than me!" She laughed as she painted the tufts in Caleb's hair.

"Sweetie, I'd love to, but I'm afraid it might be buried under all of this clutter by the time you come back. We're just going to have to paint really really fast!" She nudged. "If it would make it easier, I could give you a ride to wherever you need to go. Oh, and don't worry about myself, I have the day off, remember? It's no trouble at all." She added, knowing Caleb's likely response. April, despite herself, was an observant woman. Because the park doesn't accomodate for parking, she knew they didn't bring a vehicle. The two will either hailed a cab, which she knew could be unreliable at times, or came by foot.

(Yes, that would be wonderful! I have a question, though. Does Caleb only get to see his sister on Saturdays?)
 
Caleb was about to protest on the ride, but then April quickly cut in saying she could drive them. It was only 10 minutes if you took the interstate so that meant they had a lot more time. "Thank you, April." He said with a small smile. They continued painting and finished up by the time they had to leave.

The paining had been put in the back carefully and they hopped in the car to drop Anna off. Caleb was glad he had a ride back home too, his feet otherwise would kill him! Once they reached the house, Caleb got the painting out of the back and Annabelle went to hug April. "Thank you for such a fun day, Miss April. I had a lot of fun." She smiled. "I'll see you again soon." She said and waved at her new friend as she got out of the car.

They walked up to the porch and the door opened. Caleb sighed and put the paining down as he crouched down to Anna's height. He could already see her holding back her tears. These days were the best but also the worst, they hurt a lot. "Hey." Caleb said softly as a tear fell down's Anna's cheek. "It's going to be okay." He told her as he wiped the tear away. "I'll see you again soon. Time will fly by like it always does." He tried to stay optimistic, but he knew it never worked. Annabelle hugged his neck tightly and cried softly into his shoulder. She didnt want to be here, she wanted to be with her big brother. "I dont like missing you." She whispered. "I dont like missing you either." He said and pulled back slightly. "But you have to be a big girl now and you get to show your painting to your foster parents... And then next week we'll go to Build-A-Bear okay?" Caleb smiled and rubbed her shoulders.

The foster father cleared his throat, clearly impatient since dinner seemed to be done too by the smell of it. "Now, give me a kiss." He said and gave his sister a brotherly kiss before standing up. "I'll see you soon. Think about what you want to do next week okay? We'll do anything you want." He smiled and went to walk back to the car. "Even the aquarium?" Anna called after him, knowing it was a little expensive, but Caleb turned around and smiled at her. "I told you anything, didnt I?" They waved and Caleb got back in the car as the front door closed.

Caleb sighed and ran a hand through his hair before going over his face. He hated dropping her off. "You can drop me off at the park. I'll walk home from there. It's faster to get there with by foot than with car" He said after taking a moment to store whatever he was feeling away.



(Yes, only saturdays, holidays and her birthday until he has a safe place to take her. The foster parents know about him living on the street so they wont allow Annabelle to see him more often because they think it's too dangerous and bad influence to have her be around her homeless brother.)
 
"It's not problem at all." She told him, smiling from ear to ear. It had been so long since April was able to paint like a child again, and she missed it dearly.

After Caleb had given her the address, she loaded it onto her GPS and climbed into the car all together. The drive was pleasant. Weariness was in the air, and April could feel the melancholy crawling up her spine as she drew near to the home.

"And thank you, Annabelle. I had a wonderful time." April chimed at the child's farewell. She knew she should respect their privacy and turn away, and she did, but she couldn't help but sneak one quick glance behind her. A stern looking man led Annabelle inside; just looking at the scene made her heart ache. April gave Caleb a smile as he wearily climbed in.

"Long day, huh?" She asked. Before she started the car, she turned and tossed the man a box of gum. "Chewing keeps your mind off things. Well, as much a piece of gum can do." April said, laughing a small laugh. She took his word for when he said to drop him off at the park, even she knew to not push any further.

"Oh! Wait, hold on." She yelled, just before Caleb got out of the car seat. For a moment, she rummaged through her bag, exclaiming a small
'Aha!' when she found the pocket-sized drawing pad she had drawn Annabelle in. The sketch pictured the little girl with a small bag in hand, bending over slightly to throw crumbs at the ducks. It had taken a while, but she managed to capture the merit in her smile and the light in here eyes. Quickly, April jotted down her phone number on the back of the paper, before tearing it out.

"Here. Call me if you need anything, okay?" She told him sincerely.
 
Caleb doubted a piece of gum would do much. He wanted a cigarette but he always left those at home when he was with Annabelle. He didnt smoke around her. Anyways, April brought him back to the park and gave her number on the back of the piece of paper that had Anna's drawing on it. "Thanks April. If I dont see you before I'll see you on Saturday two weeks from now." He said with a small smile and closed the car door before walking the direction his shitty trailer was in. First thing he did was pop some pills and grab a cigarette. He needed to clear his mind.



Thursday

This week so far had been going awful, dealing didn't go smoothly- it felt riskier than normal. He had basically been whored out to who people this week so far. One woman in her 30s and one man somewhere mid fifties, but fit as fuck. The woman was nice enough giving him $150 after paying his boss, the man though... Not so much. It's why he was sitting outside the pouring cold rain. It seemed to have started fine, but the man was doing more than he had paid. Giving a blowjow turned to being raped by more than just that one man. The old man had invited some friends along and Caleb didnt want to know how many loads were inside of him. They hadnt worn any condoms either which was a rule at the company so no escorts or prostitutes got aids. Caleb really hope he didnt have that!

Caleb was covered in bruises, the cum on his face and in his hair had already been washed off by the rain. Now he was just sitting outside in nothing but his jeans and a t-shirt. No shoes, no jacket, just the two pieces of clothing. Caleb felt too disgusting to move and do anything. The raindrops made his tears unnoticeable, but all he could think about was Annabelle and how he just wanted to make a better life for the both of them, but nothing he did seemed to be working. He applied for jobs but couldnt hold one because of his temperament and stubbornness which he for some reason couldnt get rid of, he sold himself but that didnt work, he was the lowest of the low in this gang and all he did was sell drugs and only got a small precent of what he sold.

Anna might be better off without him... She already lived at a family that loved her and took care of her.. He was the one reason she cried everytime he dropped her off. If he had just let her go the first time, she wouldnt have remembered him now or wouldnt have cared.. He shouldnt have dragged her in this mess five years ago and they might have been happy somewhere.

Everything he came up with just didnt work. He would never be able to fully provide for her and give her a home.
 
Driving home, she felt as though some of their melancholy had rubbed off and was currently plaguing the air around her. April sighed as she closed the door to her home, chuckling at the mess the three of them had left around the empty easel. She kind of missed them.
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Thursday

As it turns out, taking a day off might not have been the best idea. There weren't dire consequences, but she did need to pull an all nighter the following night. April didn't exactly freelance the way most would think artists' did; she had caught a hold of a wonderful company that was hiring, a few years after college. During her descent to hell in college, however, she considered the other informal financial activities- prositution and the such. She opted for modeling, but almost immediately left the industry once she learned how absolutely awful it was.

That day was a busy one. She'd just completed the landscaping painting that had taken her nearly a week to complete, and it was picked up promptly. April had to go meet with a new client in regards to funding, and afterwards, she had to go run some errands; groceries and the such, along with new supplies that she hauled back home in a hurry. She'd realized she forgot a bit of paperwork at the company, and decided she'd polluted enough of the atmosphere that day. So, equipped with an umbrella and a tote bag, she set off.

It was on her way back, however that she noticed a figure lying on the side of the street in the pouring rain. Caleb. Almost immedietly she broke into a sprint.

"Caleb!" She called out to him. April almost slipped on the pavement, but caught herself in time. "Oh my lord, what are you doing here? Is Annabelle with you? Is she inside? Are-" She gasped a little upon bending down to get a closer look at him. Without thinking and before giving him a chance to explain himself, she rung up a cab. Bruises, freshly burnt into his flesh, lined his jawline, neck and arms. Even though it was faint, she could smell the stench of cum lingering on him, cigarettes and marijuana clouding the air around him. April sat down next to the man, placed the tote bag in her lap, and held out the umbrella between the two of them.

"Hey. Is everything okay?"
 
Caleb flinched when he heard someone call his name. All he could see was a blurry shape. He knew that voice but he couldnt put a finger on it, but he was too cold to really care and too hurt to react. He just kept hugging his knees. It's only when the umbrella came over him and the ran stopped pouring on him that he looked up. "April..." He said softly and a little shocked. He turned his head away from her though, ashamed of how he was and how she found him. No one cared about him, he never had anyone who did except for Annabelle. He didnt spend time with anyone that had nothing to do with work, he normally didnt talk to people of meet people. April was the first one in a long long time.

"I'm f-fine." It was a clear lie, he was covered in bruises, hickeys and even bite marks so of course he wasnt fine! "I haven't seen Anna since Saturday. I only get to see her twice a month." He said softly, shaking like a soaked freezing cat. So much for looking intimidating or edgy. He was so cold his teeth were chattering. He would be okay in a little bit. He just needed to calm down and get used to the pain before he could head to his crack shack.

Caleb honestly wanted to break down and cry. Why did life just seem to be against him? Why couldnt he do anything besides whirring himself out and selling drugs, he hated this... This was why he didnt fight to have Anna with him in the beginning. He was a low life. If Anna had stayed with him, she wouldnt be in school, she would be on the street and who knows what people would do with a nine year old little girl. It had been for the better that she had been taken from him five years ago.
 
"Fine, huh?" She asked softly. It was almost tempting to laugh at his stark lie. Her voice was mollifying, and she held an aura of calamity around her. That's right, he only saw her on Saturdays. She'd forgotten. For a moment, she looked upon his quivers and wondered where she had seen danger, where she had ever seen anything other than a broken heart, wandering in search of a home. He looked no scarier than a lost puppy, collarless.

"Here," She placed the umbrella between her legs and shrugged off her coat, placing it over his shoulders, before she took out a hankerchief and wiped his face. After a couple moments, a cab pulled over the curb.

"Can you stand? I'm taking you home, no objections. You'll be okay soon, alright?" April reassured him, holding out a hand to help him stand. "Take it easy," She told him as she guided him inside. The cab driver tossed them two towels, to which she assumed was supposed to keep the seats dry. She gave him the directions home and a thank you, all while keeping a gentle hold on his hand.

April was, in all honestly, startled. The stark contrast to the collected, chuckling brother she'd seen on Saturday to the man in shambles she'd witnessed today near hit her like a bag of bricks. She knew not to pry, not now, anyway. That wasn't what he needed.
 
Caleb had silently thanked April for the coat and let her wipe his face with a handkerchief. The taxi soon arrived and Caleb couldnt help but winch as April helped him up. Everything hurt, especially his ass. They got seated in the cab and het leaned slightly against the window. He was pathetic, he knew that. This was very different from what April had seen Saturday, but Saturday had been a mask, a mask he held up for Anna to keep her from worrying about hit and fretting over him. All he wanted was for Anna to be happy. She knew where he lived and that he lived in a trailer that was in poor condition, but she didnt know about the smoking, the addiction, about the dealing, the escorting, the whoring around...

Caleb refused to let her find out.

All that mattered was that she was happy, that she had a future... Sadly a future he couldnt give her yet if ever at all. Somewhere in his mind he knew that things would never get better, that Anna would stay with the foster family until she was eighteen and then maybe come look for him only to see that their time together had been him wearing a mask. She would end up hating him and leaving to live a life that was much better than what he lived. As long as she didnt end up like him. He didnt believe, but that was what he prayed and he held onto that little speck of hope he had left that things would one day get better for the both of them

They reached the apartment and Caleb watched April pay the driver before they carefully headed up to her apartment. Sure it was still a mess like the first time he had been here and the smell of paint was still over powering, but at least it was way warmer than outside. Though in the light she could see how bad he truly was insured, Caleb's hand tightened on her coat. He felt awful and humiliated.
 
April shuffled inside the apartment as quickly as she could, fumbling around with her keys for a moment. After setting down her umbrella and bag, she guided him past the kitchen, into her bedroom. Words couldn't quite find their way into her mouth. Oh boy, did she have questions, but she knew not to ask. Not now. Not yet.

She pulled out a fresh towel and a dry change of clothes. The best she had was a large t-shirt and fuzzy pajamas, she hoped he would be able to live with wet boxers. "Here, a shower should be nice for you. I'll have a first aid kit out and ready when you're finished, so just give me a call. I'll be in the kitchen, okay?" She told him softly, before leading him to the small bathroom connected to the bedroom.

"You don't have to tell me anything. It's okay." April said, giving him a smile. A genuine one. She left him to his own devices, heading to the kitchen. Warm milk, some honey, and a plate of biscuits. Mother's remedy. April had to laugh at herself; she was treating the man like a child. But she supposed that being doted on was nice every one in a while, and he really looked like he needed a warm place to keep his mind off of whatever he was struggling with.

She thought back to the days when she had to take care of her mother, to keep her from losing a slight bit of her sanity. April had finished laying out the food and left the first aid kit out on the bed. The picture frame by her desk was tempting. Drowning out the muffled sound of water hitting tiles, she'd stood and picked up the small memory, holding it in shaking hands as she sat down.

"I'm sorry, Eli," She murmured, squeezing the edges of the picture frame. "I'm so sorry."
 
Caleb stood under the hot shower and literally cleaned himself inside and out, literally. He felt so fucking disgusting. The sad part was that he did this to himself for just a little bit on money to come by and save up for his dream, but even his savings always went to waste! April didnt have to be so nice to him, she didnt know him. She had only met him once. He didnt deserve this treatment. He was an awful human being.

Caleb showered for about fifteen minutes, scrubbing himself fully clean and until he relaxed a little. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, Caleb dried himself off before he wiped the mirror and looked at himself. He was covered pretty badly, though hopefully he healed up before next Saturday. He didnt feel like waisting money on make up just so he could cover himself. He had done that a few times, but he didnt like it and in this heated the make up would probably melt off of his face.

The large tshirt April had given him just fit, though was a little tight around his broad shoulders and chest. He put on the pajama pants, going commando since his boxers were soaked as well, but he just looked ridiculous. The pants went to mid his lower legs and was a little tight around the crotch and butt. There was no way he could walk out like this. His junk was basically showing. He decided to take the pants off and just wrap the towel around his waist. He could dry his clothes and then put on his boxers, it was fine.

Caleb walked out in the t-shirt and the towel tied around his waist, his clothes hanging over the shower cabin to dry. "Hey." He said when he saw April. She said he didnt have to tell her anything, did that mean she could guess or was she just curious and didnt want to pry? "Thank you... For letting me and and allowing me to use your shoulder." He said with a small smile. He looked a little better, but it was obvious he was still in pain, both physically and mentally. He was just drained. Honestly, he wouldnt mind if he would just drop dead. It would be a relief and even if it would break Anna's heart, he knew she would be fine eventually. She had a family who loved her.
 
April looked over her shoulder at the man who'd just emerged from the shower. He didn't look any less pained, but he was clean and fresh at the very least. She still wasn't entirely certain about his state, and she was beginning to doubt her sense of smell back at the side of the street, where she'd found him. After a tumultuous debate in her mind, she'd decided that assuming anything was not a good idea. At the very least, she wanted to hear everything from him, though she knew that would likely take a long, long time.

"Hello to you too. Were the pants too small? I'm sorry," April laughed a little. "You can rummage through that bottom drawer to see if there's anything that fits you. I might have a pair of baggy shorts my dad left a while back." She told him, slowly standing to set back the picture frame. "I'll wait outside, just give me a hoot when you're done and we can work on those bruises." She said as she left. Ah, she hadn't touched them in a while.

"Oh, and, don't worry about it." She smiled, sitting outside. A small part of her knew that she really didn't have to do so much for him, knew that he was just a man she happened to cross paths with at the park, knew that she could just leave him be and let him heal on his own. But she wouldn't allow it. Perhaps it was selfish. Perhaps she was simply doing it for herself, and perhaps she saw something of herself in him, an aching older sibling. She felt a little revolted by herself.

After a few minutes, once she was called back in, she stole one last fleeting glance at the picture frame before setting herself down at the foot of the bed. She took out what was necessary, rubbing alcohol, cotton- the basics.

"Here, sit down." She motioned, patting the spot next to her.
 
Caleb had gone back to look for the pair of shorts that April mentioned. He found them and had pulled them on before going to take a seat next to April on the bed. He really had to find a way to reply her. He could spare a few dollars from his savings to like buy her flowers as a thank you or something. He didnt have enough money to buy her dinner, but flowers was better than nothing, right? Even if it was just a rose, he wanted to get her something.

Caleb sighed as April began to treat him. He was grateful, but also because she wasnt asking any questions. What would he say? 'Oh yeah, I'm homeless and I whored myself out but ended up getting raped and dumped on the street'? Nah, that wasnt going to work. Caleb didnt really know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

He really was uncomfortable. April had found him in such a humiliating position.. It was embarrassing. He wanted to know what she was thinking. Was she wondering what had happened or why he was out the treat? Or was she just thinking he was gross and disgusting? He wouldnt blame her if she thought that, because it's what he thought of himself.

(Sorry post isn't as long as usual)
 
Now, April was most certainly not a doctor or skilled in medical science in any way, but she did know the basics. It was a part of a short lesson in college, what with the few of the hazards of working on art, and at the time she had thought it was out right ridiculous. But she was sort of glad now to have learned it.

She was surprised he wasn't flinching as much as she thought he would've been, as rubbing alcohol tends to sting quite a bit. At least when she was treating herself, it did. Though, she could feel his pulse, and it was insanely fast. She was almost startled. But, she supposed he had a good reason.

"Caleb? I know I shouldn't pry and I most definitely will not make you tell me anything that you don't want to. But, if I may, would it be alright to ask what exactly is happening between you and your sister? Or, well, you in general? I'm sorry if I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but I really would like to know." April said, finally breaking the silence that had weighed over their chests.

April scratched the back of her head, setting down the supplies.
 
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Caleb sighed. he supposed an answer is at least what April deserved after taking him in and treating him. If she wanted an answer, he would give her one. He turned to her when she finished up and put the things away. He hadnt flinched much during the treatment, but that's basically because he was used to it. He had had worse pains and drugs were probably still coursing through his veins, making him numb to the effects as well.

He took a deep breath and looked at her before glancing out to the rain which was hitting the window lightly. "Anna and I have a big age gap, obviously, and we dont look much alike." He said and turned to look at the peachy blond again. "Our mom was a prostitute and a drug addict. We have different fathers and were raised on the streets.. Or well I was. She was four when she got taken away." He said and took a moment. "I was walking with her, like we always do and I needed up in a fight. The cops came, took us all in, the guys that tried to beat us were taken to prison, but with the unhealthy living and family situation, Anna was taken away." He told her. "Mom couldnt care less, she didnt care about us. I basically raised Annabelle since she was born, you know." Caleb explained as he thought back of Anna being a little bundle of join in his arms when he was thirteen going on fourteen, but he smile soon dropped a little. "She was put in foster care and with me still being on the streets, too old for a foster family, they didnt want me seeing her. They thought I was a bad influence.. Not that they're wrong." He sighed and stood up, uncomfortable sitting.. "Look at me.. I'm a joke. Who would want their child around someone looking like me?" It was true, if he wasnt looking shady he was probably bruised.

"I wanted to have her every weekend, but negotiating, the most I would get was every other Saturday. The court wouldnt let me be her legal guardian because my living situation isn't the best and I can barely hold a part time job.. So I'm trying to save up. It's why I asked how much this place cost last saturday." Caleb said with a bit of a sad smile. "I have to get 30.000 dollars, a decent and safe place for her to live, plus a full time job... I got nine more years to gather all of that." He sighed and sat back down. There was no way he could gather that much money and afford a decent place. "At least she's safe." He said, sounding defeated. "That's all what it's about. I just want her safe and happy, even if it is with someone else and only with me once every two weeks. It's tough, but she understands..."

Caleb wished it was so much different, but even if he wasnt together with his sister, at least she had a family.
 
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(Fixed with colours. We went out to dinner so I was forced to finish up quickly X3)
 
April could feel the pain plaguing his voice and she could hardly bear it. She looked up and to the left, as though the answer was there somehow, and took a moment of processing. It was insane. How? How in the world could someone barely any older than her suffer so much and brave though it, facing his sister with a giddy smile and a heart of steel? It was unfathomable. Simply unfathomable.

"I-" April had to bite her lip to keep from breaking into sobs. Why was she crying? She hadn't the slightest clue. She spent the next few moments composing herself, wiping at her eyes and slapping her cheeks. "That's one hell of a life." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"I- I have absolutely no right to speak as though I understand any bit of what you have and are enduring. Because I don't, and I will never be able to. But, Caleb, on Saturday, when you held Annabelle in your arms? I knew absolutely for certain that she loved you with all her might and you loved her just the same, and I knew that that, there, in your arms, is where she wanted to be. I knew that she was happy. I knew that I didn't have any reason to be afraid of you, and I knew that you had a heart of gold." She told him. "Caleb, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that when she walked back into that house, she was okay. That she was content like that." Her voice was rigid, and she looked into his eyes with a steel gaze. But she softened after a moment. "I know it's hard, and I know it hurts, and I'm sorry I can't do anything to help that. But Caleb, your sister needs you right now. I think I might have some good news for you, but I'll tell you after we eat. The milk is getting cold." April smiled.

She stood, helping Caleb up, and led him into the dining room. The milk was covered and was still, surprisingly enough, steaming once April lifted the top. After pouring out the milk, she stirred in a spoonful of honey into each cup and uncovered the cookies. It was almost comical, feeding a grown man milk and cookies.
 
(Oh, aha, don't worry about length. I tend to falter sometimes as well, which is okay. Variety is good, right?)
 
"It is what it is and we with understand that even if we dont like it." Caleb sighed. "Annabelle might not like her foster family as much as me, which is obvious since I'm her brother, but in the long term, she'll be happier then until I actually manage to get settled." It was sad really, he was living the life his mother had. It's that he wasnt a woman or he probably would have had a child or two himself now. His mother was a prostitute, still is, somewhere. They didnt speak. His mother didnt care. Maybe she had passed though, he didnt know. Could have been aids or an overdose.. He almost overdosed twice once. It was best for April not to know about that.

He had been surprised to see April's tears for him and his sister, he hadnt seen anyone do that before. Now, Caleb was sitting with a glass of milk, eating a cookie in the kitchen. It felt weird and unusual, but Caleb could feel the warmed and the loved from this young woman. It had been a long time since he felt like this with anyone but Annabelle.. He just wished he was a better brother. April would probably protest against that, saying he was already great, but there were things she just didnt know.

"Thank you for taking care of me and for listening to my story, April... You're the first one to care in a long time." Caleb said with a small smile on his face as he looked into his glass of milk. It felt night to be treated like someone and not as trash like all the places he worked for or tried to work for. He shouldnt abuse it though and take too much of her time. Once the rain ended and his clothes were dry he would leave. She had been way too kind to him already, he didnt know how to repay her.
 
"Ah, you make me out to be a better person than I really am." April told him, laughing slightly. "I've just gone on impulse until now, though I suppose this is all just really selfish. How could it possibly be be anything else? Oh, but I guess I'm not making any sense, huh?" She scratched the back of her head. Pondering, she deliberated whether she should tell him or just leave him with that vague explanation and let him know some other time. She decided on the latter.

April sat with her milk, downing it in only a few minutes. "You know, it's a lie that milk makes people grow taller. I've been drinking milk since I was born and I've barely grazed 5 feet!" She told him suddenly, genuinely frustrated by her lack of growth. She was known to jump from topic to topic often, not quite settling one thing for too long and going off on mile-lengthy tangents.

"Oh, that's right! News, yes, good news. I'm not entirely sure, but you've probably figured out that hey, I'm an artist! Yes, so I work for this really, really big company," She gestured widely for emphasis. "Rather than freelancing, because that's just a lot more stable. So, whenever I'm finished with a painting, the delivery people, or well, person, tends to arrive either really late or in a big hurry. I'm not entirely certain, but I believe there's a good amount of job opportunities there. I've been with them for years, so if I put in a word, there's a pretty good chance they'll consider you a little more. It's a fairly nice company, they treat their employees with courtesy and respect, so you won't see any artists or custodians working at minimum wage. They pay well, too. I'm assuming you're a fairly strong person, so heavy lifting shouldn't be too much difficulty, will it?" She explained. By the end of it all, she was practically bouncing in her chair.

"Well? What do you say?"
 
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