Dear Veronica,
There aren't any updates of school. It's the same bullshit repeated over and over again. The real exciting stuff happens after I get home. I can't wait to go home sometimes. At home, everything changes.
For example, this happened today:
"What else do you do, other than research rather extensively about black holes?" I mumbled into the phone, staring at my boring ceiling. My room was darkened, the only light was the evening sunset struggling to get through the translucent glass. My door was locked but this time, I wasn't as scared as last time.
She chuckled on the other end of the phone. "I do not spend every waking moment reading about things that are a minimum of 8000 light years away."
"What do you do then?" I said staring at the space glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling Will and I put on ages ago. There were 28 of them in all.
"Well..." She began, "I am not very lazy although I would like to be. I read books, non-fictional stuff mostly. I watch a lot of SciFi, trying to understand it better than the previous time. Very engaging. I make dishes from my family's two-generation old cookbook. I go for walks in the park. I listen to songs. That's all."
"That's really cool... Yeah, very cool."
She wasn't your average pop band loving, emotionally-raged, rom-com loving chick. She was unique. A nerd, but my favorite nerd. A tolerable nerd. A cute nerd. Not that nerds aren't cute or tolerable but I've just never met one before.
"Yep." She said slowly, dragging the 'p' a little longer than it should be.
"You also sing," I grin, remembering that time I caught her singing.
"That, oh, that was nothing," she gushed. I imagined her blushing, her cheeks flaring up and her eyes getting small crinkles around them.
"What you call nothing, was pretty darn good." I stated, as a matter-of-factly. What? She was!
"No, it wasn't..."
She reminded me of Mei Ying in the Jackie Chan starter The Karate Kid, for some random reason. "You know what?" She asked suddenly before I could argue with her further. "Mmm?" I mumbled, flipping onto my stomach, dunking my face into a pillow.
"Its been 34 minutes of speaking to you."
"Mmm, so?"
"I told I'd speak to you for only ten. I didn't realize the time. I got to go."
"Noo..." I whine. I wanted just a little more time.
"What?"
"Nothing, I said go."
"Thanks for understanding Seb! You're the best. Goodbye!" She cut the call before I could reply.
"Good. Bye." I mumble, shutting my phone and pressing my eyes.
I stretched, put my phone to charging and went outside. Will was watching Criminal Minds, and without turning (his back was facing me) he asked, "Done with your phone sex?"
"Bloody hell, Will, shut up."
"Alright. I'm done. Period."
"WILLIAM!"
He fell on the floor, laughing at my probably tomato-red face. "I'm...Not...Done...With...You... Yet!" He said.
What?
"Wait, what? What do you mean?"
He looked serious for a second. And then started laughing again. Typical.
"Is that even a thing?"
"What?"
"Um... Phone sex," He began laughing yet again, this time, like a dying chicken, and I explained my question, "I mean, I only knew about sexting. Never about this."
After his second round of howling, he answered. "I don't know, it probably is. Babies are being given names such as hastag, so what are the odds that this isn't a thing?"
I nodded and went to get my phone. It was blinking green. A message.
- 1 new message from Laura -
The wormhole shown near Saturn (in Interstellar) is exactly the same place shown in Man of Steel. In Man of Steel, Superman arrives as a child into our solar system in a spaceship when it drops out of warp. Cool, right? :D
I didn't watch either so idgaf :)
WHAT YOU DIDN'T WATCH MAN OF STEEL OR INTERSTELLAR?!?!?!
Will you kick me out of the planet now -_-
NO I MEAN, YOU DIDN'T WATCH EITHER OF THEM?????
Yes I didn't. Now shut up, science freak.
I am not.
Yes you are.
-_- You haven't watched Interstellar. I hate you. You have to see it!
Yeah, we'll see about that.
-_-
xD
You see why I like evenings and nights more than school now? ;)

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