Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 38 'I am undeniably in love.'

6:32 p.m

Dear, Wiener.

You are a dick. Like your name. I can't believe I'm actually sitting here doing this. I really hate you for making me wait in your dirty and fucking messy room while you're taking the longest shower in the history.

Are you wanking off, you tool?

I bet you are. You're a real wanker. I bet this Mac has a lot of porn in it too. What else keeps you company in the night right? Hahahah.

WELL YOUR MAC IS SHIT TOO. I think it has some virus. Get it checked. Do you want me to get it checked? I know this guy called Richard.

Anyway, I'm super bored and I'm really tired of waiting for you. Even though it has been only few minutes.

Uhhhhh. Oh shit. Clarke just texted.

She is saying she's bored so she's going out to eat.

Do I invite myself and join her? Or will that be too desperate? Yeah. Maybe it'll come off too strong. No scene.

Damn. But I really wanted to meet her. I really wanted to see her.

Fuck, Dan. Do you know how fucking irresistible she is?

Lord. Save me.

Oh and when she smiles.

Allah!

I'm not kidding, Dan, when she smiles, time goes so much more slower for me. And I love that. I want time to run slower around her. Or fuck that. I don't want time to run at all.

The best part is, freezing time is a myth. It's basically impossible. But the feeling it would give, the feeling of right now feeling like forever, you know what I'm talking about right?

Like imagine that eternal feeling you would feel if time did stop. Like now is forever.

Yes, that feeling. I feel that around her, man.

I know I might sound high but I'm not. Don't judge me. Or do. I don't care. I'm very happy.

She makes me happy. She's so cute, bro! Ugh. And I hate that fucking Xavier. I hate him so much. I hate how he smiles at her or winks at her. I hate him when he in a 100 meter radius around her. I just hate him.

And I hate his painting even more.
No, not because it was bad, but because it was anything but bad. I hate his painting cause it held truth, it held her beauty. It did her justice as much as it could and I'm impressed.

I don't hate the painting cause it showed the beauty I believe she has, but because someone else is looking at her the way I am.

Her beauty is undeniable and I'm not claiming possession or territory, I'm just upset at how stupid I was to believe I was the only one. I was so mesmerised, so enthralled by her, believing she could be it that I almost forgot she could be 'it' for anybody else out there too.

And that kills me. In a way, you could call it me being possessive, but I'm just scared. I'm just scared she'd find someone else to love. Not that she loves me right but you get my point.