Descending into fake madness

Lost

  Darkness. Silent and eerie

  I wake up and I knew I wasn't in my room, my common environment. The small clustered, cream colored room was no longer there. Instead a pale gray, clear , large room was in place. A strike of nostalgia hit me faster than light.

2008. Connecticut. Mohegan Sun

A place where I used go during my youthful careless day. The days when I all cared about was comic book stores and vhs tapes. Days when social anxiety and loneliness didn't exist.
  From my nocturnal sleep, I was instantly dressed and went out the door. A replacement for a hallway leading to an elevator was an average suburban yet, urban neighborhood. The vibrant sun expose itself to the earth and the birds gladly chirp. Out of nowhere, I heard my name.
"Jordan!"
   Surprised, I stopped observing and looked for the person who called my name. A girl with jet black hair was waving a few feet away from me.

Stephine. Older than you. Friend.

    Stephine was girl who's older than me. She tries to talk whenever she could. That day , she looked as though she was dressed up as Pudding from space channel 5.
"Hello Stephi-"
   I was instantly cut of  with a desperate sigh

"Late night, I had a rendezvous with Chase. You know, Chase?"

" Yeah."

Chase. Cute. Older than you. Probably knows you.

Hidden from my calm mask, I was shocked to hear this since she was called him a friend. They didn't seem like either a romantic or sexual thing either. Stephine continued on her story.

"While he was stripping me, my bra clasp exploded." Stephine began to guiltily frown,"I-I don't know how. We both shocked by this. What should I do, Jordan?"

"Huh?" I was slightly angry. Like how dare you ask me, an shy introverted virgin, what to do in a sexual situation. Not even a "normal" situation,but that has to do with an explosive bra clasp. I stopped in my tracks and faked a thinking face. Stephine, aloof and desperate for help, looked at me with tons of concern.
" I -"

Once again cut off but, by a horn. It sounds like the horns that remain Muslims to pray in Islamic country.  A light smile appears on Stephine's face and turned to me."

" Gosh, I gotta go the square."

After running a few feet, she spun away and looked at me.

"Thanks for listening. Remind, Jordan, DO NOT tell anyone at all."

She ran off and into the randomly placed mist. I sighed because I don't know where I am and what or where is the square. Even in a cloud  of confusion and unawareness, I'm a bit happy that someone trust me to keep their awkward sex story a secret.