Isla Reid is a collegiate gymnast at Oklahoma University. Back in high school, Isla and her best friend, Harry Styles, became very close to one another. However, when exposed to an awkward situation, a rut was left between the two of them. Harry wen...
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November 21, 2022
Today's the day.
Today's the day Westin and his friends are flying in to spend Thanksgiving with Lorelei and I. When Wes confirmed he was still coming down last week, I asked Lor if she wanted to stay at Micah's, that way she wouldn't feel suffocated with four other people in the apartment. But, she quickly turned down my suggestion. She knows how stressed out I'm going to be trying to be a good host for everyone, and Lor knows she'll have to force me to take a break.
To save space, I'm actually rooming with her for the week. Wes hasn't told me specifically who's coming, but I can trust Wes and one of his friends in my room. The posters on my walls, and the vinyls shoved in my corner shouldn't be an issue for anyone, so I'm not too worried about getting complaints.
The other two will be staying on our pull-out couch in the living room, which I actually find very comfortable. I've had my fair-share of sleeping on it when my room gets too hot for my liking, and I don't want to annoy Lor by turning down the air.
I've been running around, doing all of the preparations needed to have guests over, like cleaning the bathrooms, organizing the kitchen, vacuuming the entire apartment, cleaning the sheets, and much more. Lorelei has tapped my shoulder multiple times today, breaking my line of focus to pull headphones out of my ear, and all for her to ask me if I need any help. The response is the same every time.
No.
The way I've been distracting myself from the pains and worries of the world I live in is by cleaning. I'm pretty sure I've deep cleaned the place about five times within the past three weeks, and my skin itches at the possibility of a clump of dust sitting underneath the chair in the living room.
I've been trying my best to keep my mind off things today, but I can't help but worry about my issues bleeding into Wes and his friends' stay. Anyone who is seen hanging out with me, or even seen in my vicinity, is ridiculed and questioned about why they would want someone like me with them.
Someone who has had their entire life ripped beneath their feet.
These past three weeks have been brutal mentally, and I don't think I'll ever recover. The pressure I've felt from the amount of eyes I've had on me at all times has created a new wall within my mind, not even a smile forcing its way through when conversing with someone. Lor has been hyper-sensitive to the highs and lows of my emotions recently, and she's been a complete angel compared to how I've been acting.
