20/1/2016 and 21/1/2016
Around midnight.It's my second night up in Auckland. I'm getting my sleep out tommorow.
Right now it's another one of those sleepless nights. I'm texting Steph, Ella's boyfriend.
Today was their 3 month anniversary. But Ella hasn't replied to either of our texts, so we don't know what's happened.
Steph and I get along surprisingly well, seeing as we aren't very similar. He's all positive and happy, I'm pretty negative. I always tease him and say he has Sterpes, which is a disease I made up.
We didn't used to get along very well, well, we didn't used to hang out or anything. Again, we weren't in the same sort of crowds.
But then he started going out with Ella and I became friends with him. I'd consider him a reasonably close friend. Not close enough that I consider him a best friend, but I hung out with him a lot.
So now it's 12 minutes past midnight, and I'm still texting him. I asked him when he was gonna go to sleep. He claims he is going to stay awake until Ella replies.
Then I started saying how most people would be asleep right now, and then he asked why I wasn't asleep. Which is when I started saying about how he is a little kid because he's 3 weeks younger than me.
But he persisted, so I told him I have insomnia and then explained what it was.
And then we started talking about music. We have completely different tastes, but it was amazing to see how much we could relate to each other.
We started talking about how different songs related to us, and what they made us think of.
The two of us texted till about 4am, when my phone ran outta credit. Luckily there's a dairy just up the road from our house, so I can walk up there and get one.
It's like the complete opposite of my old house.
No shops, no beaches, barely any people.
Now there's heaps of shops, I can see the beach from my house and there's tons of people.
I always thought Steph was just some idiotic guy that managed to go out with Ella.
But now I sorta of see what she sees in him.
NO, I am not saying I like him.
I'm just saying that maybe he isn't a total brain dead human like I thought he was.
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Recovery (Book 2)
Non-FictionAfter every tornado there's rubble. Stuff left to fix. Stuff to leave behind. I am the tornado. I can't fix my past, but I sure as hell am not gonna let it affect my future.