IF SHE DID NOT WANT to wait for me last night, she could have said something. I knew it was rude of me to answer my phone when I was supposed to spend every second with her but I did not have much of a choice. If I had not answered my phone, I would have done something I would regret later on down the road. Kissing her was too soon. Holding her hand was already too much and my heart wanted to explode. However, I doubted her heart felt the same way.
When I went back to the bench, Sydney was nowhere in sight. I walked around the block a few times thinking she decided to stretch her legs, but I was unable to find her. Assuming she went back to the club without me, I went back and looked for her. Still, I could not find her and it seemed odd. I spotted Olivia and she was very shocked to see me. After I told her Sydney disappeared, she told me she probably went back home. I questioned if that meant Olivia was without a ride but she informed me that she drove herself.
Did that mean Sydney walked back to the apartment by herself?
I laid on my bed, throwing a little blue ball into the air and catching it every time it came falling back down. This ball was a symbol of my life. Every time something outstanding happened, my life moved upward into a good place. My life was free but it was also exposed and vulnerable. Every time something displeasing happened, my life fell back down into the depths of Hell. It was caught in a cage very similar to my hand and it was unable to move...no longer free.
My phone sat on the nightstand and it would be a lie if I said I was not waiting for a call or text from Sydney. I wished she would have let me know she made it in all right. She took my blazer with her and sooner or later, I was going to need that back. The ball came falling back down and I caught it, not bothering to toss it back into the air.
The sound of the television downstairs echoed throughout the house and I knew Greysen was trying to distract himself with whatever the hell he was watching. I had no idea what time it was but I knew it was still morning. Sydney and I were supposed to meet up for coffee. Since we had not spoken to each other since I went to answer my phone, I assumed our little coffee gathering was out of the question.
A text message letting me know what happened last night would have been nice.
I threw the ball across the room, it bouncing off the wall almost immediately and rolling off to find its new hiding place. Rolling over onto my stomach, I buried my face in my pillow and groaned. Something told me not to go to the club last night with Greysen. We would have been fine if we stayed in the house.
I just had to give in to his most desperate needs.
I just had to be a good friend.
I just had to run into Sydney.
Another groan.
The volume on the television was turned up and I lifted my head up from the pillow, my face twisting with disgust and horror at what I was hearing. I immediately got out of bed, my foot getting caught on the rug, and nearly fell on my face. My hand shot out and grabbed the edge of the nightstand to prevent me from breaking my nose. I steadied myself and continued on my way. Greysen was laughing and I shook my head, tempted to cover my ears with my hands.
"What the hell?"
I trudged down the stairs to find him sitting on the sofa with a plate of Kellogg's Eggo waffles. There was not an ounce of syrup on the plate, meaning he was just picking them up and biting into them without the extra sticky mess. I looked at the television screen and groaned. Greysen was only amused by this and he tried looking around me to continue watching his porn.
"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."
"Okay," he grinned. "It isn't."
"Where's the remote?" I asked. "It's too loud."
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Candles
Fiksi Penggemar[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
