Welcome To The Y.A.S.S

ONE

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY GIRL!!!

I know, who sent letters these days right? But who am I kidding? I'm old school. I don't know when the hell will I escape this prison but I'll see you very soon. You better be excited or you're not my sis. Kidding. Tell mom I'm gotta be at home in three more days. See ya girl.

XXX Jenna.

The room was slightly messed up with books fall over everywhere like dominoes. My eyes slightly open to discover Jenna's last message. Tears started to well up again.

"Liar," I muttered with a hoarse voice. The cursor moved with my help to the shut off icon. Pitch blacked came out a few seconds just after I did that.

Last night disappointment and sorrow never disappeared. The house should be crazy with teenagers blinded with wild hormones smooching all around the house. If only, Jenna is around right now.

"Hey, baby girl. You're okay?" I nodded weakly.

"Want some chicken wings?" I shakes my head, not willing to talk.

Mom is smiling but her eyes didn't. They only telling me how long she haven't sleep. Knowing your precious daughter might be out there somewhere with a psychopath really did the work.

"You better eat, your father will go crazy after he know you want to be a vegan."

"I'm fine, mommy." She left towards the door before take a glance on me.

"I know." Her steps produced some squeaking noise after leaving me alone there. Rolling around on my fluffy bed. It's been days but no sign of the phone will ever ring again.

It's my seventeen birthday. Shouldn't Colin Lark somewhere around to please me with his cute dimples? Or Elena Karakova begging on my knees for forgiveness and allow her to come to my party?

Thanks to Jen, everything is ruined. My killed social life is getting more suicide itself with letting those bitches looking at me this way. Dirty, mess, and insolent nerd of me.

The annoyance of my existence soon becoming a pity with my sister nowhere to be heard. I know the saying of 'Every girl needs a boy best friend'. Creepy as it sounds, I had my three years secret admirer that is no longer secret as my boy best friend.

Skipping the creepy friend part, the principal started to call mom and dad. Now they labeled me as a loner and depressed whenever they saw me hanging out alone staring out of the pace. Most people say I'm having a serious break down or I already sold my soul to some weird old witches.

And, all of them just avoided me. Maybe it's just me but there's no way I'm gotta get close to anyone anymore. So, it's just me. Surviving this so called hell alone.

"Pfft," I hiss filled my ears. Care to turn around but I won't since I know who is coming so I keep facing ny face on the pillow. Trying to kill myself but not painful enough. Of course, it never worked. I fear of the fear itself.

"Hey, Joan. Is it me or your window is somehow is getting more and more pervert? I swear something pinched my ass when I sit on it." I death glared him and go back to suicide-ing myself.

Despite my attempt on getting myself killed, he rose up and sat by the bed. Looking at me gently.

"Why is she doing this to me, Eus?"

It provides few milliseconds before Eustace open his mouth but I think he ate those dumplings too much he wasn't able to voice out. In the end, he chose to run his fingers into my long ginger hair. I know, I know. A freaking stalker in my room. But he's the only who stays by me. Dare enough to sacrafice his butt over my pervert window.

I thought it's funny when he told me to call him Eus instead of his full name. It sounds like "Use" and using it is not pleasurable. He's the best stalker I ever met, I don't think I want to 'use' him.

"What are you doing?" He fished out for my phone and began to explore whatever it is in there. Nothing concerns me since there's nothing except it's about Jenna or how I want to die eating takoyaki. For your information takoyaki is this ball shaped batter with octopus inside and mayonnaise on top. Some people said it taste weird, not that I get it.

"Trying to kill myself,"

"Shame, I want to bring you somewhere today." I lift my head from attempting unattempted suicide to see his eyes still fixated on my phone's screen.

"Go where?"

"Secret,"

"What do you mean secret?"

"Secret defined as topic that wasn't meant or the-"

"Don't play that with me, freak."

"Well, how can you reach the stars if you don't get off the ground, eyesore?" I narrowed my eyes at him, not with annoyance but with every curiosity I had to sense that face of him. My sister already gone, not sure I want to experience how it happen with this well hair guy before able to go to Shawn Mendes' concerts.

"You're a freak," I wished I could shove those smirks of him down the toilet.

"But I'm your favourite freak," and I can't say no that, but I can smile at least.

"Show me your way, Eustace."

"As the lady wished."

Both of us stepped out the gray-ish window frames and carefully hold our hands together while trying to hold our breath so my mom get a heart attack for stepping on her expensive roof tiles that almost made her tear out dad's hair. Her hands works better than vaseline for sure.

"Remind me why did I chose to hold my best friend's who is also my crusher, who also might kill me in the Baskin Robbins ice cream mach-" I gasped as the tiles moved a little and if Eustace didn't hold my hand, pretty sure mom would already scream right now.

"-ine and gulp me down with mint chocolate chip ice creams,"

Never thought both of us already landed as I finished my words. Eustace fixed his beanie which makes him quite a looker before smirk..again.

"Have to say Joan, quite fascinating that Baskin Robbins possible of being a crime scene, but save your depressed sweets craving for now. We have a beautifully unreachable moon accompanying us tonight."

"Touche,"

"The most," I have to say, his blue eyes much more fascinating but his right hand caught me off guard.

"Are you ready for the Troll's hole?" What? Smirking at me suppose to do the trick? I grabbed his hand.

"Stop with that Margo Roth Spiegelman shits and make sure I have no reason to turn you into a useful gnome slave."

Not even a word left him, but then I felt the most invincible as we lost into the dark woods.

My sister was lost, my crusher is my best friend, my crusher wanted to me to follow him to the nowhere, and the grass is poking my ankles and it's starting to be undeniably annoying.

How funny my shrink said I have trust issues, I don't have trust issues. I trusted too much.

And today, is the most normal day I had. Believe me, it is.....

And it will.....