Living Closeted

Lazy Sunday

Freshmen homecoming week. It's Sunday. I wake up at noon as I tend to do every Sunday. I like to call it the lazy Sunday, I just can't get myself to do anything on Sundays. It's like I'm built like a cat. Sleep two-thirds of the day, then spend a great deal of the active parts making sure I look ok and then for the small remaining time I actually do stuff. I won't say how much less of that little active time it's actually productive time but I don't care. It's lazy Sunday today. 

I don't even check my phone on a lazy Sunday. I like to gently, softly wake up. I like to stretch and yawn and roll over and over until I slowly wake up, completely. When I'm done being a human-sized cat, I get out of bed and lazily visit the bathroom. I brush my teeth and roughly comb my hair... which is falling anyways and it's a constant nuisance, but on Sundays, I don't care.

I then pursue to the kitchen for some light breakfast to only go back in bed and lay. Just lay in bed. Doing precisely nothing, but maybe Netflix and chill.

So that's exactly what I did today. I made myself comfortable in bed just as when my phone starts furiously chiming. I sigh big time. 

-Where the hell did I put my phone? I say to myself out loud.

*I let out an even bigger sigh as I start looking for the phone ruining the just found comfort.

-There you are fucker!

I unblock my screen to reveal my rainbowy wallpaper. It's these glasses with rainbows instead of lenses on a very colourful background. It's all this warm and cute splashes of rainbowy elvish puke. 

*10 unread texts from multiple people

Do these people have no respect for Sundays? Or is it just me who totally worships laziness on a Sunday? *Sigh. Let's see what's all this commotion about. 

The first chat is from Andrea, huh... Let's see.

-Hey
-You there?
-Aiden you there? You're sleeping again? But it's noon... C'mon bruh..
-Something happened, I kinda need you... Hello? You there?
-Wakey Wakey!
-Man c'mon answer already!

I don't want to leave her on seen but I just want to see who else texted me. It's from Emma

-Have you chosen something to wear on Friday? 
-Don't tell me you're sleeping... Such a dork! Get up, Diaz! We need to talk about fashion!
-Aya suggested we match somehow because we form a jury but I think that we shouldn't. On the other hand, we do need to dress astonishingly well. So it's sort of a slight emergency because I don't know how to keep myself in a decent low budget... 
-Aiden I swear to God I'll cut it off if you don't wake up!
-When you wake up call me.

Fuck! I totally forgot I've got nothing to wear for the stupid homecoming! I guess it's that one time where I would need a cool suit... Right. Convince mom about this since she knows I don't really wear shirts let alone an entire suit. Ok, let's answer Andrea first and then Emma. 

-Hey sis! What's going on. Sorry, I've been sleeping and then you know me on Sundays...It takes a lot to wake up and do stuff. Like basic stuff. Shit, breathing's boring and tiring on Sundays.
-Finally! I feel like I'm going crazy! It's insane, I swear... I can't... His... He's just so frustratingly annoying! 
-Wow! Slow down! What did he do this time?

For context, she's dating this crazy possessive Italian dude a little bit older than her. He's barely cute and not a good fit for her by any chance. I keep telling her that he's toxic. But she's all lost for him. They met this Summer on a school exchange in Italy. 

-I was scrolling on my Instagram stories and this bitch's insta story, who's a friend of his... Ugh! They were together on this bitch's insta story partying and being way too close together. And clearly, they were drunk as fuck! Man! I think he's cheating on me!
-Oh my god chill! I'm sure it's ok. And even if he's cheating, it's no surprise. He's a pig! What do you even see in him? And how do you plan on keeping it on when you're so far from each other? It's sort of normal for both of you to do stuff at some point. And it shouldn't be anyone's fault... You just grow apart...

I think that's gonna be enough, for now, let's see what do we say to Emma. 

-Hey... Yeah, cut it off I guess... Haha. Listen, I totally forgot. But I'm not gonna spend a fortune for a suit that I'm not gonna wear a second time. I think I'll go buy a nice shirt, but you'll come with me and I want some jeans. Maybe. Maybe I go for something grungy. Like black ripped jeans with a chain and a cool shirt with rolled-up sleeves. And some eyeliner maybe.
-Well that actually sounds like a promising look. So you want to go for something your age but grungy. Despite what the teachers said they want?
-Hell yeah! What are they gonna do? Kick me out? And if they do why would I care?
-Well... You do have a point. So when do you want to go? 
-Anytime from tomorrow afterschool. I believe you're gonna have a hard time finding anything... Heck! Won't be easy for me either.

*notification from Andrea

-Yeah, I know you're right... But it still drives me crazy! And he's not answering me! What the hell bro!? Is he drunk or something?
-I don't know bro... Just... shake it off! Wait until he texts back and if then he gives you a motive to act like a desperate girlfriend, by all means, acts like that. But why beat yourself up over this shit if you don't even know it happened yet? Now Imma go back to my Netflix. If you have an emergency you can disturb me if not just keep it until after I finish this episode. I really wanna know what happened to Meredith...

So I do precisely that. I open my show. Snacks and drink next to me. I make myself comfortable again, I got my blinds shut. Yes! This is going to be so relaxing and chill...

Not far in the episode:
"The expected is just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives." says Meredith's charming voice.

For the rest of the Sunday, I was fairly undisturbed by either family or my phone, apart from a late in the evening text right as I was getting ready to go to sleep. It was a message from Adrian.

-C'mon Underwood, it's my Sunday. What d'you want?
-Just wanted to say hi? Lol.  

What does he want? I let out a sigh. Always the weirdest bloke out there. 

-Ok. You said hi. Do you need anything?

Why would he be texting me if he doesn't need anything? Stop being so weird Underwood...

-Not much. Just... You know. This is so gay but I had a bad dream today and Uhm just wanted to check in... see if you're doing alright.

I blush as I feel the warmth of my blood feels my cheeks. I bet the tip of my ears has also turned red.

-That's not gay, first of all! You homophobe! And secondly, that's very sweet of you to worry about someone you constantly bully. Thank you I guess? And I know I'm harsh, given how many times you saved my life and all, but you've also done some really fucked up shit. I just don't know what to make out of you. I really want us to get along. But it can't just be me pulling from one end...

It's been 5 minutes since I sent that text. I don't know why I was so candid. But I also feel better now that I got that out of my system... He's also not gonna let me know when he reads it because he's one of those psychopaths that has the option turned off.

*I let out a sigh. Whatever!

And with that last sigh, I laid down my head on the soft, cold pillow, which is soothing as fuck, and I closed my eyes. It wasn't the laziest Sunday but it still was a lazy Sunday nonetheless.

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There ye have it, folks! Another chapter. I wanted something longer and I kinda want to get the timeline going but I got bored and decided to shorten this one out. I hope you like it. Then again not many of you are reading this crappy piece of writing. See ya in the next one!