Him For Her.

Sleep Over.

It had been after yet another dramatic episode of my body freaking the freak out that Mindy and I decided we needed a break. So, Mindy stayed over to sit, talk, and watch any kind of useless gossip television just to pass the time. As Mindy and I always do when times are hard and so we can hang out without any Carter Mendozas or Travis Henders. It doesn't happen too often anymore, but every now and then it's nice to just sit. Where it is just her, me, my piano, and my television screen.

By the time we reach the evening time of 7:30 pm. Mindy and I had been sitting with my keyboard on the coffee table, in front of the tv set, in the living room. I had been playing around with random pieces of famous compositions from legendary composers while Mindy sat glancing between different channels and her phone screen. We didn't have Tristan in our company tonight, he had a heavy amount of homework that included his part in a yearbook project, and so I assumed that Mindy had spent most of the time answering his messages from all three of our group chat. She was better at that sort of thing anyway, she practically stuffed her mortality inside of that phone, and lived on protecting it as if the world knew that was the key to kill her off. That, and I just wasn't great about replying to text messages.

Honestly, through my eyes, the night was pretty boring, casually uneventful as we just did the same old thing. We were hanging out, everything was calm, my mother was working late, and Remy and Riley were glued to the tv in their room even though their homework was not yet finished. Not that I can ever complain, I actually loved our company together, it was really nice to settle down, and to get to just sort of be. In my life, there are only so many moments where I get to feel like a normal teenager, and when those moments come I try to welcome them as best I can. Especially during the time I get to spend with my two best friends in the world, it just makes everything feel better, and the weight that is me just sort of fades away to get a bit lighter. 

At about 12 minutes after 10 pm, Mindy had given up on finding something to watch on tv, and soon after she had turned off the television in all. I dove deeper into my homework while Mindy went on dozing off and on while yawning about how these freshmen boys are flirting with her. The whole time while Mindy had been talking, I was thinking about Tristen a lot. He seemed so entirely bothered, even more than normal when Carter had come around, and while I understood his initial upset... I couldn't get over the thought that he might have taken it a little too much to heart. After all, what Carter had said was dumb, immature, and obviously ignorant. But, with everything that had gone on afterwards and everything that always goes on. I can't waste my time on worrying about what other people are going to say and do.

I wanted to ask Mindy what she might have thought about it, but seeing how she had only kind of been awake... I didn't think I could really talk to her about it, at least not at that moment. I chuckled at the look of her still talking as she was drifting further and further out of wakefulness. She did that kind of thing a lot and on top of that she was a relentless sleep talker. She continued to explain it all... How it started, when and why she allowed herself to be around freshmen boys, and all the details in between. All the while, her speech had become increasingly garbled, and her words had grown more apart with every breath she took. Until it had been soon enough that Mindy had fallen perfectly asleep, sprawling practically all over the couch, and nearly shoving me onto the floor with her leg. I rolled my eyes and sooner than later I hushed my keyboard for the night. 

By 11:30 pm. Mindy fell asleep on the couch with no chance of returning to consciousness. She was out like a light and while she slept I put my keyboard back on its stand in my room. I took my insomnia medication that my mom had set out for me and while I waited for them to kick in... My thoughts were still heavily focused on Tristen and Carter. I could spend each moment of every continuing to be furious with Carter, but I know I'd just be kidding myself. No matter what, I'd be wasting my breath on being angry over it, and it wouldn't make not one bit of difference to Carter because he wouldn't know it. But, with all that went on, it really disturbed Tristan, and I don't exactly know what to do with that. I mean, I guess I should be grateful that he cares so much, or perhaps I should be worried that he had been so personally offended for me. I didn't know what to think about any of it.

There had been so much running circles around my brain as I lay practically as still as a corpse in my bed. Deciding what to make of all of this was not an easy task, an almost impossible one if I do have the privilege to say so. It took a long time, but I had decided on a final decision that night. I made the decision to say whatever, fuck it, I'm done with it. I'm going to ignore it until it goes away... At least for the night anyway. And after that, I rolled over to my most comfortable side, closed the eyes of mine who were pretty much begging me to, and with the helpful draw of mellowing medication I was able to drift off to sleep. No more dreaming, done worrying, and I was too far gone to think. A lastly yawning of the word form, "Goodnight," and away with the night until morning would come.