Impossible Love

Chapter 9- This is derek

As soon as I got in, I made myself a coffee. That probably wasn't smart of me. You wait, in a minute I'll be bouncing off of walls. Mmmmm coffee. The aroma of the coffee floated through the air and into my nose.. I love coffee. The only thing was, it took ages to cool down and I wasn't about to risk burning my tongue, that shit hurt.

In the meantime, I heard my phone buzz. I literally did some ninja shit across the room and to my phone which was on charge. Ok well maybe I just bunny hopped over my sofa, but I'm my books, that's still being a ninja.

It was a random number, so I guess it was josh. It read

'hey stranger X'

Yes it was josh. He always calls me that. I find it cute, in some weird way.

Should I ask if it's definitely him or should I just say hey. What if it's not him though..

'This is josh right? X'

I went back to my coffee which should of cooled down by now, it had and I must say, I make damn good coffee. Yummy! I sat on my sofa and waited anxiously for a text.. It buzzed, omg it buzzed. Wait, what am I thinking, This is a boy I've know like 3 days. It read..

'No, who's josh. This is Derek..' Wait what, who's Derek?

'Uhm who are you?'

I got a reply almost straight away.

'I'm just kidding with you zoey;) it is josh haha' wow this boy is too funny. I'm such a sarcastic person, I make myself laugh;)

'Well that was mean. I don't want to talk to you now. Wait, are you driving?' I think he's still driving! What the heck is he thinking! Minutes later I got a reply.

'Yeah, what's wrong with that? I can multitask.' Is this boy being serious?

'What! Right I'm not replying anymore. Text me in the morning when you're not risking your life, or others!;)' I only added the winking face so I don't sound too bossy. I can't believe that boy.

I set my phone back down and go to take a sip of my gorgeous coffee. It's empty. What?! I didn't drink it all, well at least I thought I didn't. This is total nonsense. Well I suppose I should go to bed really.. Wow 3 o'clock already. Remind me why I'm still up? Exactly, I shouldn't be! I start to wonder up my stairs as a small yawn escapes my mouth. That coffee didn't really do as much as I thought it would.

I change into my pj's and wipe my makeup off. Time for bed. As soon as I lay down, I expected to drift into a nice peaceful sleep, but no, it's like world war 3 started in my head. Thoughts were being thrown from one side to another as if they were grenades being launched about. Great.

Am I actually fat? I don't really like weighing myself because I get paranoid. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to get scales. I know I say my mum treats me like crap but mothers know best right? What if josh doesn't like me because I'm fat? Why does my mother hate me? Is it because I'm not pretty enough, or I'm not rich and famous, or maybe because I'm not Melissa? I mean what's so special about her anyway. I thought parents weren't suppose to have a favourite, mine defiantly do. I might as well not be here.

God sake! I hate over thinking. I close my eyes and try to imagine a perfect scenario. That always helps me sleep. Eventually, after tossing and turning for about another half hour, I drifted to sleep.

I love sleep. It's like pure nothing. No feelings, no emotions, nothing. Emptyness, everywhere. It's so peaceful. It's like you're not even aware of anything anywhere. I wish I could sleep forever and just dream my perfect life. Now that would be amazing.

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Just to point out, there isn't really a definition of fat, it's a matter of opinions. If you're happy, then who cares. You can't spend life worrying about what you weigh, life has so much more to offer. It just comes into the story later so it's kind of a key point.

Also, if you're still reading this then thankyou! You're all amazing people!

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