Silk Touch | dreamwastaken

Chapter 3:

i wake up with an absolutely pounding headache. wonderful. i can't even get myself to get out of bed, so i grab my phone and text poppy.

me: "i hve a hedache. plz covr for me"

poopy<3: "jesus are you drunk?"

me: "no the phne is mking my hedache get wors"

poopy<3: "i'll cover for you :) feel better"

i set down my phone and groan. i try to swing my feet to the side of my bed but it doesn't work out and they just collapse under me. a wave of nausea breaks over me and i inhale sharply. i close my eyes and feel myself just sink onto the floor. it's okay, the floor feels nicer anyway.

i feel a short wave of exhaustion take over me and i sigh as i fall into a short nap.

~time skip~

i jolt awake as i hear notifications go off rapidly. i wipe the drool off my face and i scramble up, my headache gone. how long was i gone for? i check the time. 4:30 pm. wow, i was out the whole entire day. i grab my phone and read all my messages and answering them before seeing the twitter notifications.

i read through some until i see one particular message that stands out.

@Dream: think i made a new friend at the grocery store. all i know is that she bought makeup for my mom

i furrow my brow and i realize that yesterday i helped a certain guy buy something for his mom... maybe it was coincidental? still, i keep the thought in my head and i get up to shower. as soon as i finish, i think about jogging and heading to the cafe right outside of the neighborhood.

i dress into some loose sweats and a slightly cropped shirt that doesn't show skin and i look at my arms. i feel the shame creep up on my cheeks and i cover my face in my hands. stop. no one will look at you, trust me.

they will. everyone looks at you.

no, they won't. as long as they don't notice me i'll be fine... right?

they will always look at you, silently judging. 

i sigh and peel my eyes off and grab my phone and head to the kitchen. i eat some toast before taking my meds. i grab a water bottle and my wallet, slipping on my converses. i know they aren't jogging shoes but i don't care. 

as i shut the front door, i stare and see the faint outline of the cafe's tall building. so i start my run. i turn on my podcast that talks about music and sometimes plays that music. it's a great combo of a podcast and just regular songs.

i only have to jog about a mile or so and when i get there, my podcast is about to end. i turn it off and head inside, the cool air sinking on my skin. i stand in line. i see a familiar person sitting down at a table, coffee and bagel next to him.

i don't bother looking since it's my turn to order. i get a cappuccino and get a small cookie as a snack. i wait on the side, going on my phone. when i finally get my food i take another quick glance at him. i stop, frozen, as i realize that it's him. the clay guy.

i swallow and look at myself before fuming in embarrassment as i head over to him. this is so out of my comfort zone. "hi, clay right?" i introduce and his head snaps up from his phone. he's on twitter. he puts away his phone and nods and smiles. "hi! i can't believe we keep running into each other like this." he exclaims and i awkwardly laugh and timidly take the seat in front of him, setting down my things.

"haha yeah..." i add and take a small sip of my cappuccino. clay laughs and i look away for a second. "so... no work today or?" he asks and i look back at him. "oh, i wasn't feeling that well so i just took the day off." i explain and he nods understandingly. "ah, i see. so, do you come here often too?"