PAVEMENT | styles

ix.

i hadn't azalia ever since i left her hospital room. 

i didn't want to think of her. she was now officially done messing with me. i had nothing else to worry about. i guess life could go back the way it was.

 but it didn't.

i used to wake up in the middle of the night, hyperventilating. panting because i just had a nightmare. about azalia. killing me.

she'd be the kind of girl who would do it.

but i shook it off and got through a full week without her, and now, it's been two weeks. i've had the time to finish my classes. to hang out with my friends. now with her off of my mind, i can finally catch up with what i've wanted to do before she disrupted.

i padded through the kitchen, removing the top off from the pot. the macaroni was boiling. i put the top back on and walked to the couch in the living room. i plopped down on it and flicked through channels, finally stopping at a rerun of wipeout. i laughed here and there, watching the people fall in pits of mud and get hit hard in the faces by automated boxing gloves.

when there was a commercial break, i ran into the kitchen and took the macaroni off the stove. 

knock knock.

i sighed, brushed my hands off, and made my way to the door. i cleared my throat, opened the door, and my "hey!" was cut off with

"i just can't stay away."

and azalia hugged me. everything in me was stopping myself from pushing her away, and i kept asking myself what about me is was so engaging that she kept coming back.

this chapter was crAP.

but hi guys sorry for that hiatus.

school has been hella ratchet and i'm so glad that we have these 3 days off bc whoa.

but yeah bye ily.