Follow the odd story of a tall boy with a girly name, annoying friends, an unfitting major, and maybe, just maybe, an awkward relationship with unhuman beings. You know, Ami just wants to be loved.
I woke up to a blinding headache. What happened? All I could currently remember is going to that party and meeting someone named Epic. I blinked once, cursing right after.
I had left my contacts in! That's the second time this month! I stumbled out of bed searching for the door to my bathroom.
It was darker in here than I thought my room could get.
I ran my fingers along the wall near my bed to find the light switch. There was no switch but the light turned on, somehow. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness.
Realization hit me, this wasn't my room, and the light's on because someone turned it on. I crouched behind the bed quickly, also noticing my clothes were super rumpled and misplaced. Oh, crap. I didn't, did I?
I patted my pockets looking for my phone, continuing my streak of awful luck, it wasn't there. Quickly glancing around the bed I saw the guy from yesterday in perfectly arranged clothes, holding my phone.
"Are you gonna come out or what?" He asked almost laughing afterward.
"I know you're still in here, you were asleep five minutes ago and I didn't hear the door open." Once he finished he did laugh a bit. But, I'll have you know, just a bit.
"Did we-" "Ew, no. You, so, aren't my type." I scoffed. Whatever. He's not my type either. Who am I kidding he's anybody's type, no, he's the reason people make types. The perfect example, if you don't mind the personality.
"Do you have a bathroom?" I brushed my clothes off as I swiftly righted myself. He wouldn't make me upset, at least not this easily.
"Nope, definitely not." He's a total jerk.
"Fine. I'll pee on your carpet."
"Now, now. Be a good dog and hold it." Snorting indignantly, I stood completely still.
"Come on. It's over here." He walked out of the bedroom carefully avoiding the low hanging doorframe.
I, unfortunately, was not as graceful. I smacked my forehead against the wooden siting, hard. A sharp pain went through my already ringing head. What a wonderful way to start a day.
"Gah. Jesus, was this made as a trap for tall people?" I heard snickering a ways in front of me. Perfect. Not only am I going to have an ugly bruise tomorrow, I've been laughed at by a total brat.
After reveling in selfpity, I followed after said brat. Only because I had to remove my contacts and pee, though. No other reason, honest.
*
"You have to tell me these things in advance, you're an adult, remember?" I laid down on my mother's couch, sighing heavily.
"I'm sorry! Honey..... I meant to tell you I just, forgot. Besides, you only need to stop by and say hello!" She squeaked out loudly.
Seriously? She thinks I'd agree to meet her wife's family, at a party I wasn't even invited to, without bribery? How naive.
Then she frowned lightly and I immediately caved. 'Maybe not so naive after all?' I heard her high voice respond in my mind. Tch, get out mother.
"Who will be there? Scratch that. How many people will be there?" I pulled my phone out checking my class schedule. Nothing this week; it's Christmas vacation.
"Just Sinéad's parents, and her sister, and her nephew, and maybe-" "I get it no need to continue. I'll go but there better be cake."
I got up from my spot on her new Chey's lounge. I may have spilled ink on her old one...but the past's the past, right?
Yawning, I stuffed my cell phone into my back pocket and headed towards the door. Just as I was about to open it my mother spoke once more, "Oh and Ami? Wear something nice!"
"Yes, mother." I left quickly.
*
I've been sitting in this café for like an hour. My girlfriend told me she would meet me here to talk about something, I assume it's about the party.
I turned my phone on quickly checking for messages and when I looked up a shorter man was sitting across from me.
"Dude she doesn't like you, leave her alone," was all he said before he stalked away.
What the fuck just happened?
*
"So, he just said that and left?" Sven asked sitting across from me on the floor. I tightened my hug on the cushion in my arms.
"Yea."
"Dude." I looked up from my pillow.
"Yea?" He snickered some more before catching his breath.
"You've just been dumped." My semi-tight hug turned into a death hold as I gasped at his sudden revelation. Oh, shit. I have just been dumped.
"Don't worry about it though. She wasn't good enough for us anyways. Don't even know why you dated her." My throat cleared easily.
"And when were you involved?" He quickly grinned.
"When you tried to have her hang out with us and she called me weird." I blinked. Oh, yeah.
"Didn't I apologize for that? I even told her not to say it out loud even if she thought it." His smile turned into a smirk.
"Whatever, single people are always bitter to the taken." I threw the pillow I held at his head directly hitting his face. He tossed it back at me lightly.
"Good night, dateless."
"Night, idiot. Which is infinitely lamer than dateless." He jumped into his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
I clambered up to my memory foam mattress and pulled my laptop onto my stomach. I clicked onto the YouTube app and fell asleep listening to soft dubstep.
My dreams were filled with odd situations. The beginning was normal for an after breakup period, scenes to do with getting back together or giving it another chance.
After a while though, things went differently.
A certain red head was involved along with my mother and her wife, Sven and Sarah, plus that short dude from the café.
People died, made out, and generally fucked things up. When I woke up I was laughing heavily, Sven asked what was wrong but I just responded with a calm, "Nothing."
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Love you, Narci~
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