Past in the Present

Guest One

'Do you ever just sit there and think about everything you've accomplished in life and realise you've done nothing?

I would say yes and drown myself in self pity but nah, why waste your time thinking about things you haven't done when you know you will continue to do nothing?? Life is pretty chill when you know you won't succ-'

*knock* *knock*

Just ignore it , they don't know you're in.

I carry on typing up my long ass essay on 'Goals and Achievements', the new topic in English. At least it's not analysing some Shakespeare crap. I don't understand why English mainly revolves around him like we get it, the man was very talented. Keyword being 'was'; he's not anymore; he's dead. So y'all gotta move tf on, the past is in the past.

*ring* *riiing* *riiiiingring*

This person seems to be VERY persistent, usually if someone doesn't answer the door, you leave. At this point I'm quite curious of the identity of this person as no one is this patient nowadays. I sluggishly crawl out my warm, beautiful bed, immediately being attacked by the cold, and slowly creeped towards the window. Crouching down, I slowly put aside the corner of the net curtains and peaked down at the cause of my disturbance. This angle was unfulfilling, allowing me to only see a mop of hair so greasy and black, you'd think it was a floating oil leak. I craned my neck upwards and closer to the window in hopes of seeing the owner of the grease lord. Just a bit more.. a little bit to the left.. close-

*Smack*

The black mop of oil flicked up faster than I could delete my existence, revealing a familiar face that had the audacity to smirk and lift his hand up to a wave. Yes grease ball was a he.

Well.. There goes my hopes and dreams of becoming a spy, out the window and probably deep fried in his hair. Now that grea- he knows that there is life in the house, I have to unwillingly let him bother my peaceful state of mind. Great.

I stomped down the stairs with my thundering thighs, releasing my anger into the wooden stairs, making it shake with me. I gripped the door handle with the strength of a thousand gorillas and gently opened the door.

"Yes? What do you need?" I grit out nicely. The smile I gave was so large, my eyes slowly sunk into the sockets while my face split into two. Maybe this will scare him away?

Nope.

The fool stood there with a smug look on his face. I pulled open my eyes, intensified my glare and began to shoot invisible  laser beams, burning the 's' off of his face, leaving him with his true identity; a Mug.

"Err is there something in your eye..?" His right brow shot up judgingly as he judged the twitching of my eye.

"Haha no, they are just triggered by the sight before me. Haha"

His eyes slightly widen at my response, obviously not expecting to receive that comment. He seemed to have realised his change in emotion and swiftly pasted on his lopsided smile.

"You shouldn't say that to me, y'know. I'm sure you know who I am, and how much your parents would appreciate the rude attitude you're giving me." He sealed his mini threat with another smirk.

This fool has a serious problem. It took a second, or two, for me to register his threat and after another few seconds I'm pretty sure my ears were rapidly releasing steam.

"Oh, are you sure I know who you are? I'm quite sure this is the first time we are meeting? I tend to forget things that aren't of importance" I say as I feigned forgetfulness.

"Tsk wow, I didn't realise you were this ignorant. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. Now let me in, I'm a guest, my parents will be over later." He stepped towards the door only to be stopped by yours truly.

"Hold up, who would invite you here? No one has told me anything about thi-"

*~I only call you when it's half past 5~*

"Hello? Yes dad? What! Why?? Ok. Okey. Okay, oke, oky. Bye."

I looked up to see a satisfied- yep you guessed it- smirk on his face. Trying to control the redness from taking over my face, I smiled a tight smile and stepped away from the doorway. He stepped in and sauntered into the hallway, leaving me in the pit of annoyance and a tiny bit of guilt.

Oops.

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Idk where I'm going with this lmao.

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