Camellia

Late Night Visits

I stared at the ceiling thinking of the same thought I have been thinking of a lot this past year.

'I wonder how he's doing...'

I let out a small sigh, not wanting to wake up Hinata. I haven't really talked to him in 2 years. I see him and talk to him on the occasional hang-outs we have with our friends, but our interactions were short and sweet. I am the favorite amongst our group of friends, so I often spoke to our many other friends and barely said much to him before he took his leave. I don't mean to do that to him, but it just happens...I always feel guilty about it, but he always looked fine when he left. He never really cared much for people's attention anyways.

It sucks not being able to connect with him again. He was my best friend, hell, he IS my best friend, but it doesn't feel like it anymore...

I grabbed more phone from my nightstand and scrolled to his contact. I pressed on it and began to type. 

"Hey, how have you been?" No...That's to casual, maybe add something...?

"Hey, How have you been? I miss hanging out..." NO! God no! Too desperate. Start over.

"Hey! I know we haven't spoken in some time, but I want to hang out with you again. Whenever you feel like it, just let me know!" Nooo...! Too desperate and it sounds like I'm putting him in a corner where he has to say yes...AURGH! Why is this so difficult!?!

'Maybe I should give up...' I sigh. I put my phone down in defeat and close my eyes, another sigh escaping my lips. We haven't spoken since we graduated college, and neither of us made much of a move to reconnect. Maybe...Maybe we're done with that part of our lives together...

"What the hell...?" I mummer to myself. I have never, NEVER given up. No matter what, I always put my best effort into getting the things I want and pursue. This abrupt anger and confusion with myself had me springing out of bed. With patience, of course, heh, didn't want to wake Hinata up, she is a light sleeper...I put on an orange and black jacket of mine, put socks and shoes on, grabbed my keys,  and headed for the door. I quietly closed the door of our apartment and locked it, then headed down the hall towards the elevator. I pushed the button for the first floor. A light ding filled the silence as the doors closed. I decided in that moment the best way to pass the time was to check the time. 1:43AM. Huh...

I chuckle a little at this. "Man, he's going to kill me..." If there was anything I picked up from being his best friend, it was not to wake him up. He was always very aggressive when someone decided to pull him from his slumber. Either kicking, punching, or swearing at you like a mad man. I remember one time when I had accidentally woke him up. He was sleeping on a couch peacefully. Kiba, Lee, and I were rough housing and Kiba pushed me right on top of him. He woke up immediately and zeroed in on me. He then proceeded to roughly pull my hair and give me his infamous glare before he fell back asleep. Yeah, we decided to go and do that somewhere else after that. I was lucky that he didn't do anything else to be honest...

The elevator doors opened to the first floor. I walked out into the lobby and headed for the entrance.  I grabbed my keys from my pocket and started to spin them around my finger whistling a bit out of boredom. When I walked outside, I was surprised that it felt nice. There was a small gentle breeze and felt nice when it brushed my face. It was dead silent and the only sound I could hear were my footsteps. I crossed the street to the parking lot and went to my car. It was a black Challenger with some orange streaks I decorated on it some years ago. When I was younger I wanted a cool car, so once I got it, I did my fair share of boasting and speeding with it. I cringe at the memories flooding in.