Joost And me

Through her eyes 2

                                      JOOST:

I don't wake up until 1:09 in the afternoon, my room is very dark and when I look around my bedroom is a mess again.

I suddenly realize that I didn't wake up on my own, something woke me up and the sound comes from the living room.
Dazed, I sit down on the edge of my bed and put my right foot on the cold floor, I yawn and rub my eyes.
I get up and walk towards the living room, but I can't find where the sound is coming from.

It sounds like I'm getting a call, but I was just checking my phone in the bedroom and the sound wasn't coming from my phone.
I keep one ear closed so that I can hear better, my left ear has become half deaf from all the speakers on the stages where I have performed.

Now I know where the sound is coming from, I look at the kitchen counter and see her bag.
I keep watching until I don't hear the phone ringing anymore. How could she be so stupid to forget her bag here?? If your phone is in it, you won't forget it at all, right?

I walk towards the bag, a beautiful black shoulder bag with gold details. I have to admit she has taste, whatever her name is.
I open the zipper of the bag and my bare stomach touches the cold countertop, I am so curious that I lean all the way forward.

I take out the culprit that woke me up first, an iPhone 14 with an emerald green transparent case around it. On the back is a photo of her and that best friend who dropped her here last night. I had to laugh, I thought it was a cute photo, both of them had pursed their lips by bringing their lips together with their fingers.

It contained a lip gloss with small glitters and a Guess perfume, the same brand as her bag.
Her passport was also in there, I was so curious that I immediately opened her passport to see what her real name was.

I actually really liked her name...

MARA JULLIETA ROËST
DATE OF BIRTH: NOVEMBER 13, 2002

The first thing I noticed was her name and then her date of birth. If all goes well, she is also a Scorpio zodiac sign, just like me.
That explains why she also gets so complicatedly angry.

I run to the bedroom and jump on my bed, then open my phone and go on Instagram. Let me see if I can find her, I type in her name and get straight to her profile. She has an open account and many highlight stories, full of her favorite restaurants and cafes. And she also has beautiful and provocative photos on her Instagram, I want to send her a DM, but then I suddenly realize that her phone is with me. I also want to apologize for how I behaved last night, but I don't think she will understand me if I say it's due to separation anxiety.

She seems like someone who would then ask me:
"What do you mean, separation anxiety, are you already attached to me?"
Then I would have to explain that it doesn't work that way at all and that it is much more difficult and deeper than what she thinks.
Maybe she also thinks that I only wanted her for sex, but the moment she was here I felt something other than just loneliness and tiredness.
She had been in my house for seven hours and I checked every fifteen minutes to see if she was doing well and if she was recovering. I was just worried because I had used those drugs a few times before.

I receive a message from my best friend, Appie.

- Yo bro what are you doing now

- Nothing now, but what do you want to do?

- I'm already on my way to you

- Thanks for letting me know in time, nice of you too LOL

I put my phone away and wait for the bell to ring.
But that mysterious lady Mara won't leave my mind, I walk to the kitchen again and look at the bag. With my own phone in my hand, I look at her Instagram highlights again. The bell rings and I open the door for Appie, he has a grin from ear to ear.

"Yoooooo how are you??

"Yo Ap, don't you feel like eating somewhere, I'm hungry man"

"Where do you want to eat then Klein?"

I point to my phone and say triumphantly:
"I just saw a super nice spot on Instagram, we will have breakfast there"

And I give Appie a wink.