Comfortably Numb

Chapter 9: Skateboarding Isn't My Thing

I roll over under my sheets. The warmth is so comfortable, and I sink back in its depths. I shut my eyes, and think of something to dream about, but nothing takes me back into sleep, so I just lay there, wide awake. I let out a groan.

7:23 am, according to my phone's clock. It is Saturday. I should not be up right now. Why am I not dreaming of cute boys and being famous and fighting dragons?! I need to go back to sleep.

I try again. Getting in my most comfortable positions, which looks very unflattering, I shut my eyes again. Logan Lerman. Leonardo DiCaprio. Dave Franco. Nicholas Hoult. Harry Styles. Adam Levine.

This isn't working.

I decide to just get up, but when my feet touch the floor, a shot of cool air shivers through my body. I walk over to my closet, and put on my oversized sweatshirt, and pink sweats. I tie my hair in a bun on the top of my head, and go to the living room.

Mom is still asleep, so I just sit on the couch and stare out the window. I let out a yawn, and feel my phone vibrate into my hand.

Rush V: 'Hey you up?'

I smile. Least I'm not the only one up.

I immediately text back.

Rush V: 'Cool. I'll be at your apartment in ten minutes.'

I look at the text, curious if she knows my apartment number. Maybe Alexander told her? I don't know.

I reply with an okay, and head to my room. I really don't want to change, so I just keep on the sweatshirt, and change into plain black leggings.

I slip on my vans, and sure enough, ten minutes have passed, and a knock is on the door. I walk over to it, and see Rush standing in my doorway.

"Nice choice in fashion," Rush says, chuckling a bit.

I notice that she's wearing a sweatshirt with the words 'Joy Division' imprinted in white letters on the front. She wears black skinny jeans, and red converse. Her curly hair is in a side braid, but a few curls have spilled out.

I roll my eyes. "Thanks. It was in the new issue in Vogue,"

She slowly nods her head, giving me an odd look. I laugh.

"Let me tell my mom I'm going, one second," I say, and she nods.

I quickly walk to my mom's room, and slowly open the door, peaking my head inside. She is lying in her bed, reading one of her many books.  

"Mom?" I say, and her attention turns to me. "I was wondering if I could go out with a friend of mine,"

She smiles. "Sure honey. Be careful," Mom says.

I shut the door, and turn to find Rush in my living room, staring curiously at the decorations Mom and I put up when we moved inside.  

Rush looks at me. "I like your apartment's.. decorations,"

I laugh. "Thank you. Now, let me get some money and we can go," I walk over to my door, but Rush stops me.

"No, don't worry, you won't need any." Rush says, and I give her a look, but only nod my head.

We leave my apartment, and head to the main street.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"To Darla's," She said simply.

I follow her across the street, and a left turn down the next street over. This one is a bit more residential, but at the end of it is what looks like a small diner. Barely any cars are parked outside, probably because of it being this early in the morning.