Chapter 3: Devotion or Devastation?

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It was night time in the household, Bobal was twitching and turning from different angles each side of the bed try to get himself to sleep but never worked. He tried tiring himself to catnap at least once, suffocating himself to sleep with his pillows but nothing worked. He mindlessly stared at the ceiling in blankness in his eyes with his thoughts rambling about anything that pops up in his head. Still nothing.

Putting his hands on his face in and groaned in frustration. He got up from his bed and decided to get some tea in the kitchen to rest his mind and hopefully rest soon. It was 1am. As he walked over there he saw a silhouette in the distance as he looked into the living-room. Cautiously, he turned on the lights as he stared on the black figure. He noticed as he proceeded to turn on the lights he saw in the distance and he blinked in absolute anger as he saw who it was. 

It was Boder.

"Out of everyone in the friend group does it have to be him out of anyone? Bob's ass isn't THAT bothersome to handle." told himself. He was too tired to start a conversation this fucking late in this hour. He didn't acknowledged his existence and went through with him as if he was a ghost. Walking right passed him tired as a toddler putting water in the kettle then boiling it at the stove.  Opening a cabinet to get a packet of sugar with a teaspoon of milk he poured into his mug then gave a small head-start to stir the mix together for a while. He stood there patiently waiting for the water to whistle out until someone spoke up.

"Hey Bobal, can we talk for a little while? I couldn't sleep." Boder spoke up looking at the kitchen to where Bobal was. He stood there thinking on what he was going to say to him. Oh the energy is so going crazy.. 

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