I'm Wide Awake

iCan't. 11

N/A: Making up for the missed updates. I'm sorry, thank you for sticking with me. 

The school day just whizzed past me and I don't even experience it properly because of the wink that was sent to me by the God of Curls. Obviously some awareness needs to be raised to the public for their own safety, but also to my own protective nature, for I should be the only one being blinded by such.

By the time I was out of school, it was already starting to get chilly outside. I wasn't quite sure what the time was, with luck having been on my side since my fetus days, it cooly makes sure my phone dies and makes me live in poverty. Even thus, I could sense it was late because of the dark starry blanket slowly wrapping itself over the sunset.

I went to that group Raegan had been telling me I had apparently joined in the heat of my 'I'm a walking dead lacking of sleep,' moments. This is a very huge withdrawal effect because I don't even think about that place unless Rae Bae herself personally drags me there, including a few stops for skittles.

Whilst I trudge down the stairs like the professional I am, my eyes catch a silhouette wearing a dark hoodie with impatient jeaned legs, leaning against one of the familiar Jeeps I once saw in the triplets garage. My walk changes its pace from rushed and in a hurry, to a cautious and ready about to piss myself.

"Oh no..." I mutter.

Ramen swings the keys around his thumb and catches it back in his palm, walking back to the drivers door, "Not happy to see you too, cupcake." I wince.

"Please don't call me that." I beg him as I curl my long sleeved sweater around my hand to pull the door handle that would probably, freeze me to death if I let it touch my exposed skin. I'm not a winter person, and July just had to be in that season.

We're in the car and Ramen must have gone through some divine interaction with a powerful source to have thought about my freezing being when he turns up the dial for the temperature. "Oh, I have a list. But this is the most appropriate deemed for your kind of innocent ears." With a quick forced smile in my direction, he pulls the handbrake, turns the ignition and shuts me up with the deep sound of the Jeep's engine waking up from its hibernation.

Cancel the divine interaction, he needs the whole of religion and it's branched religions to turn him.

The party is at Candy's house. People shouldn't be allowed to name their children, its an insult. I'm not sure why but I feel insulted, it's 2016, the year of being offended for no reason, sue me. As a music guru who loves to explore music and especially the undiscovered, having to listen to Amine-Caroline, and Chainsmokers- Rover mattress stealer song, was torturous. 

"It's lit. fam." I mutter monotonously as I stare at Ramen's sideburn whilst he cuts off the engine and prepares to hop out of the car as if it was on fire, without so much as even a bye to me. Like, it's not normal, but. Did I do something in my sleep to him? His wife, his cow? Exhaling a deep breath I follow behind him as people continue to party up. Crap.

"Ramen!" I yell for his attention before he throws himself into the hungry crowd, but he doesn't turn around. "Ramen, raaamen." I realize my mistake before I repeat it.

I take a deep breath and shout out, "Roman Madden!" There we go. He looks at me like my nipples just got boners and I hurriedly fast-walk towards him before he runs out on me. Not a guess, his legs were in a racers stance. "What's the time?"

He furrows his eyebrows as he throws daggers with his eyes, "Did you just call me Ramen?"