MALADRESSE ✞

0.2

I wake up with a massive grin on my face, thinking back to the dream I had last night.

I rub my eyes and do a roll out of bed, momentarily forgetting that I had a bedside table. I didn't forget for long. I rub my head as I walk into my kitchen to grab something to eat.

I look at the clock and saw that it was three in the afternoon, meaning that I had a full ten hours sleep. That's got to be a record.

I grab a bowl and pour myself a bowl of kraves before walking into the living room to watch a bit of television. I flick through the channels before remembering that I had recorded Teen Wolf and Supernatural last night.

I spent a good few hours watching them before I decided that it was time to go on the Internet. I see my battery life was full and I also saw the slim possibility of me socialising today go straight out the window. I sigh as I log on and see that the fanfiction I was reading this morning in the coffee shop was still open on the screen.

"Why do I drag myself through this even though I know what happens?" I groan, before diving into the fictional world.

Soon, I have finished reading the entire book and I was emotionless, I felt nothing. I felt like I was in a void and nothing mattered then, I didn't care that I hated the ending of the book even though the book was totally amazing, I didn't care I was missing the great British bake off, I didn't care that my door bell was ringing.

Wait.

I run to the door quickly and open it, short of breath. I see Pj standing there with a massive grin on his face and I scowl.

"What do you want?"

"Awh, It's nice to see you again too, Dan!"

I roll my eyes and step aside so he could walk in, knowing that he was here for more than just to make me exercise. We both walk to the living room where I slightly race ahead to move my laptop out of reach and danger to children. By in which I mean Pj Lguori. Obviously.

"What do you want, peasant?" I repeat to him.

"So, that was quite an exit you made yesterday, Mr Howell," He starts and I groan.

Its already started, great.

"Nothing is nor will ever happen between me and Phil. He just so happens to be an extremely gorgeous man with a sense of humour and a cute and adorable personality but, he wouldn't go for a man like me and I'm not even sure he swings that way."

"He swings both ways my man,"

I look up at Pj who was wearing a knowing look, the look that tells you that he knows something you don't, the look that drives you insane until you actually find out the little secret that he knows.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"He asked for your number,"

"I gave him my number?"

"No, you went to him and said, and I quote, '0121 go do one' I don't particularly think that is giving an potential relationship partner your number my love,"

I grin remembering doing so, then I laugh at how sassy I thought I was. Ah, good times, good times.

"But anyway, just because he asked for my number doesn't mean he is gay or bi, maybe he is straight and just thought I would make a good friend so he asked for my number."

"Nah, that isn't it,"

"Whatever,"

Me and Peej end up just sitting on the sofa, feet on either side of each other just on our phones in comfortable silence, the quiet humming of Pj was the only source of sound in the room. We did this regularly, it wasn't anything new.