Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 22

AN: Chris & Miya's outfits in the multimedia.
        

Saturday, February 14. Valentine's Day.
12:00pm

Chris.

I laid flat on my back, staring at my phone. I had texted Miya earlier, to tell her happy Valentine's Day. She texted back, but when I texted her again... She never replied. It had to be at least fifteen minutes of me staring at my phone, waiting for a reply. Why did I want this girl so bad? I desperately wanted to double text, but my pride was holding me back.

Things were kind of awkward between us. I guess what she wants is for me to be sure I like her 100%. Like her enough to do anything? I can honestly say no. I'm not the type of person to fall so quick, even though I feel like... Never mind, and obviously she wasn't either. What I do know is I want her, for the time being, not knowing what the future holds. Who knows what she really thinks of me? You can never truly know what's going on in a person's head... Even if they tell you; there is always some back story left over.

I sheepishly rolled out of bed. Dragging myself over to my window, opening the curtain . Allowing the sun to shine bright into my bedroom. What a mess, I thought. I swiftly walked over to a dirty pile of clothing; which was on the floor. I tucked it under my arm, as I kicked my closet door shut. Putting my clothes on my bed, I grabbed the few water bottles that were scattered around the floor. I dumped them in the plastic bag that was reserved as my trash can. Then grabbing my pile of clothes and tucking it under my arm again.

  I walked downstairs into the basement. I turned on the lights, exposing my graffiti art the littered the basement walls. Mom let me use the basement as my art studio. Well partially, we also stored random stuff down here. I observed the walls as I walked to the laundry room. I threw my clothes in the washer and poured a random amount of soap; I remember my mom telling me a specific amount, but I just didn't have time to measure and all that jazz. I closed the top and turned on the washer.

My phone started to ring, the minute I went upstairs. I answered it and closed the basement door. "Yeah?"

"What time you coming through?" Sean inquired. "'Cause we needa' be at the jawn, at least two hours early before people come..."

"I know, we have to set up." I spoke into the phone as I walked into the kitchen. "How about 7:00? And text me the address again."

"Alright bet, thanks bro."

"It cool bro... Aight' I have to go." I hung up the phone and opened the refrigerator in search of what to eat. I grabbed the left over spaghetti and opened the lid examining it, right before closing the lid again and walking over to the microwave; the refrigerator door closed shut. I put the bowl in the microwave and pressed "2".

I leaned over the counter checking all my Valentine's Day messages, replying to some and just leaving others on read. I furrowed my eyebrows at my phone at the same time as the microwave beeped, signaling my food is warm and done. I stared at my phone confused as I walked over and took my food out. Forgetting it was still hot, "ahh." I groaned in pain as I dropped the bowl on the counter, my fingers were burning.

Happy Valentine's Day boo daddy
-Head doctor #3

Who is this? I scrolled through our conversation, trying to figure out who she was. I pulled out a fork from the drawer; I then opened the lid and swirled the fork in the spaghetti. I took a mouthful, breathing like a dragon... I'm really hungry, so I guess I'm  going to burn some tastebuds today.