Picture Perfect Night Sky

43 ¦ Margaret Fellice

"Are you sure you'll be fine here all alone?" Noah's soft voice enters my ears right as I turn on the TV.

I don't know why he's so worried, it's not like I would burn the entire room. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me and especially don't worry about having a babysitter for me because I can handle myself." I hear his soft chuckle near the door. "Besides, it's your birthday, and you shouldn't be worried about the stuff that will never gonna happen."

He lets out a sigh, slowly approaching the couch. "How about you?" He sits down right next to me, handing me a bag of one of my favorite chips ever, Honey Butter chips. "Will you be okay?"

I groan at his question, "Stop worrying about me." I give him a pat on his back, as I chuckle at his worrisome expression. "I'll just gonna binge-watch some serial killer documentaries." Reaching in for the remote as my other hand grabs a Honey Butter chip from the bag. I glance my eyes at him, giving him an appreciative smile, "Happy birthday, and have some fun!"

He smiles at me, but before he could stand up from the couch and head out to the door, he gives me a quick pat on the head, which I appreciate very much. Smiling at his caring gesture as I watch him head out the door.

I slump my whole body down on the couch, letting out a tired sigh as I scroll around the available documentaries. Ever since I've finished that self-portrait, my free time have been expanding in my schedule. Even though I have a lot of free time now, I still have no idea what to do. The only thing that I need to do is that last picture in the photography project, but that meteor shower is still days away. So, my body decided to be unproductive until the day of the meteor shower comes.

I chuckle at the thought of Noah getting worried about me. He obviously knows that I like it like this. All alone, watching something on Netflix, and especially no socializing. Frankly, I'm feeling happy for Noah, since it's his birthday today, he will be feeling happier than ever. As much as I want to come with him and eat in a Korean restaurant, the problem is, I don't think I have the battery to socialize with his friends. Even though I know all of his friends, my social battery is still waiting to be full ever since my birthday celebration-and the unexpected crying on the rooftop-I haven't been able to charge my battery. So, alone in the dorm for now and watching serial killer documentaries.

Not even an hour of me being alone have passed, my mind immediately wonders how Jacob is doing. Maybe his just playing his video games all day long. I prefer not to be clingy and ask him what's his doing. I want to avoid being those girls who spam their boyfriend messages just to see what they're doing. Just the thought of me doing that makes me get annoyed to myself rather than Jacob getting annoyed to me.

I jump at the sound of my vibrating phone against the table. Who the hell would message me now? Reaching for my phone, reading who messaged me.

Jacob: Hey, how are you doing?

Oh my God, it's like he just read my mind from a mile away. That timing though, it's impressive. I decided to type in my response.

Me: Eh, doing decent enough. How about you?

To my surprise, he immediately sends in his response. I'm guessing he's not playing any games, since he replies fast. The last time we chatted through messages, there's a gap between his messages, which makes me think he's busy playing, but this time, it's different.

Jacob: I got bored from playing Valorant. Whatchu doing?

Chuckling to myself at his message. I can't believe he got bored on playing, and to add to that unexpected turn, he messaged me first. Fine, I'll bite into his boredom.

Me: I'm just here alone in my dorm, binge-watching some serial killer documentaries.

Jacob: Are you sure you're all alone?