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c. 11

Chapter Eleven

It was a Saturday again and one of my main tasks was to laze around all day. I could actually do that with someone, but so far, I hadn't anyone in mind.

Zayn had a shoot today and as much as I would like to support him, getting dressed up all nice for me not to embarrass myself was out of the way. That's asking too much for a lazy Saturday. In another case, Ashton and I aren't that close to begin with to ask him to hang. Sure, we sit in the same table sometimes, but we just aren't the closest friends. This, of course, is temporary information. Someday, maybe, it'll be different.

Then again, I could hang out with Luke, but he's probably busy with assignments and all that. I wouldn't want to bother him either. Maybe, in a bit.

Louis - ah yes, Louis.

Louis and I haven't talked for decades. Ever since that morning incident, he's been avoiding me like I was the Black Death. It's completely unnecessary, but I have no energy to apologize to him for his childish actions. He'll get around, though, and if he apologizes first then I will, too.

Staring at my white, rented ceiling, on my big bed in my large, rented apartment, I laid just contemplating life. As I was done with all my homework, doing them all last Friday night, I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to just stay in bed all day because I would be wasting precious moments. If there was no one to hang with, I shall just make memories with myself. That shouldn't be too hard, right?

What should I do today? I hummed, I could watch Netflix all day or maybe invest in puzzles, or exercis-

My stomach growled like a lion would to its prey. I shrugged and sat up, I guess my tummy made the decision for me. Deciding cold cereal wasn't enough for me today, I walked to my closet and pulled out an outfit: a pair of skinny jeans and a Nirvana shirt. I brushed a hand through my unruly hair and sighed, thinking that was enough. I showered this morning so I still felt a bit fresh.

Walking out to my front door, I grabbed my brown Chelsea boots and shoved my feet into them, gently. Shoes these worn out might end up in tears later on. I grabbed my keys and phone from the counter, pushing them in my pocket. I grabbed my laptop bag from near the sofa and I was on my way.

I exited my apartment exasperatingly slow, seeing as it was 12 and that it was most likely happy hour in Grema's Cafe. Actually, it's more of crazy hour. It was cool and all, but it gets wild. There are no norms - and yes, I guess it is good, but then today I'm looking for something peaceful. I'd either find another cafe or wait until happy hour is over just because Grema's serve the best nacho fries in the whole of America. And when I say that, I mean the land from my apartment to school.

Another reason I walked so slow is because Louis' car is still parked next to mine and it's giving me the urge to go over and knock, yelling for him to get his ass down for a hang out. But, I simply can't.

It's a matter of principles.

I slipped in my car, starting it up and pulling out of the driveway. In minutes, I headed to the mall. There, I roamed the place, because the line to Grema's is reaching outside its own shop. If there's anything I hate, it's crowded restaurants. After sighing in dissatisfaction, I figured getting a frappe from Chocolát wasn't such a bad idea.

I walked up to the counter, being greeted by a warm smile and comforting chocolate brown eyes. "Good afternoon, how may I serve you?" I smiled wider,

"I didn't know you worked here, Liam."

"I do, just for extra fundings on essential wants, like adult coloring books," he joked, "Besides, it's getting me ready to be independent and whatnot."