Diary of An Eccentric

Room 301

"Great, just great." said the man.

He was staring at a chemistry book that he brought from home. Maybe just maybe I'd actually study for once. Too bad for him, his pen got taken by the Super Evil Black Holes Squad (it happened to all his other stuffs too with the last being his super important SD card). He distracted himself from going into frustration mode by watching some random buddy cop TV show that they always end up showing at these time of the night.

It made it worse, he was missing her a whole lot more.

He wanted to go out for a walk which he always did when he was missing her this badly or if he was thinking too much, but didn't after the realization that the place was dead-er than a Nazgul or practically any creature from Mordor. So he let his mind wandered instead.

He went to that small stairs that they always sat together with. Every night, they could see the moon, the lonely star that loved to creep up on them, and the best of all he could see her eyes. He'd get lost in em' so easy that he could be talking about how lame streetlamps are and BAM lost. He loved the place a lot, so much that if he was ever drive-by'd by random gangstas, that, would be the place he'd choose to die (and haunt the people there mwahahahaha).

30 minutes more I can do this.

He missed her being there with him, poking him, tugging his lame hoodie that he wore all the time, her eye rolls every time he made the crazy decision of telling a joke, heck he even missed her cool keys. Her warm fingers definitely there. He loved how well they made him calm and warm if he was worrying. He feels her love every time she does it, like it was her way of saying hey idiot I love you stop worrying I'm here idiot I'm always here.

And that's when the phone rang,
and if you saw his face,
he looked like an idiot,
smiling.

(I'm blabbering)