Elysian

[08] - i have a bad feeling

MIKA
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Saturday, the best day of the week.

Many can argue that it's actually Friday but I highly disagree. Because most people still have classes, work or just the misery of having to deal with people in that day.

Sundays are good too, but only to a certain level. I rarely am able to actually enjoy it because I'm always thinking about having to go back to the routine the day after. So as a midterm, Saturdays are the best.

Especially mine. At home with some music, blanket on the couch and binge watching some of my favourite tv shows. If perfection existed, it's be that.

There's something very powerful and comforting about someone willingly spending time alone. Not lonely. But with their own company only and not finding it torture.

To me it's a taste of heaven. An internal peace that I've hoped to achieve. Back in my childhood it was hard to get a few minutes where it could be just me. Even with my parents going on many trips, I'd have my siblings.

Lydia wouldn't bothered me directly, but she'd always take her friends home and I swear, my ears would fucking hurt from so many squeaks and giggles about the boys they were crushing.

Rowan, on the other hand, he was annoying in two ways. First, he'd always be on call with his friends playing some stupid game. Sometimes his shouts would top my maximum volume music, just so you see.

Second, he'd out of nowhere spawn in my room without knocking or even asking. He's just barge in, hop into the end of my bed and start whining about me not giving him enough attention.

He's always been the most needy out of the three of us but he was always the most caring too. Rowan thrives by making others happy and helping them have some fun. We'd always end up playing some game our laughing our asses off with each other.

The only thing that guy has ever done wrong was his best friend choice. With so many people in the world, he went and thought that Alexander Lane was the best he could find. Which tells me his standards are really down there.

Anyway, I brush any thoughts of Dickhead out of my mind before it becomes polluted. Then, grab my laptop and drag it to my lap as I spray my legs across my couch.

Girlhood is literally getting comfortable with a drink in hand and scroll down my favorite sites. From clothing to house decoration, or even random shit I seriously don't need.

It's a bad habit but I doubt it will stop anytime soon, like just about a week ago I order the whole Twisted Series books. Which would be like okay, a little treat to myself, if I didn't have a goddamn kindle which should prevent me from spending in the physical things.

That reminds me though, that package should probably be arriving soon. So I check it on my mail and that's when my brows dig deep into a V and I frown.

'Dear Mika Roosevelt, your package has been successfully delivered, today at 11:37, on the address - - - - - - - - - - - - -, door 24B.'

"Door 24B?!" I read it again and again and again, checking if I'm not seeing wrong "You've got be fucking kidding me."

Groaning, I push the laptop off my legs and get the blanket off me. I dig my feet into the Uggs by the door and pick up my keys.