I was called a Pistachio

One time I was staying over at one of my older cousins and at night I would sleep on the couch. Sometimes her friends would be going in and out of the house at night if they were drinking with her. So one night, I was sleeping on the couch and felt someone wake me up. It was one of her friends. The guy asked me who I was and started to talk to me. I was tired and really just wanted to go to sleep but I told him I was her cousin and was only temporarily staying there. Then I tried to go back to sleep, thinking he would probably take that as a sign to leave me alone. But he kept talking and asked if I drank. I said no. For one thing I was too young to drink. But also it just didn’t interest me. Which he said is good but told me that he drinks because it helps him be able to talk to people. That otherwise he doesn’t feel confident. I thought that was sad. But I chose not to tell him that. Instead, I told him that that’s understandable but he seems nice and maybe someday someone will be okay with him when he’s just being himself. Then I tried to go to sleep again. This time I pulled the cover over my head to signal as much. The next day, he, my cousin, some others and myself went to the beach. But while they were all at the water I stayed in the car. My cousin came to check up that I was okay and I said I was but that I just preferred staying in the car. She said that it’s a waste of going to the beach and just sitting in the car. But then the guy told her to just leave me alone and that if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. Later, when we were all in the car again he told me that I was like a pistachio, that I was hard to crack but good on the inside. So I’m pretty sure he meant a walnut. And Idk why but calling me a pistachio was pretty funny to me. It was so random and unexpected that I burst out laughing. I never saw this guy again after because he was only passing through on his way to go to another state.