The Girl Only I Could See

-Chapter 1- The path to a new beginning

This is simple and I'm just over analyzing-This is impossible and they won't be impressed by this at all-But This shows my potential-Also how creative I'm not-
Hi I'm Ray, 21-years-old living alone, and just recently I moved out of my parents' house, and one person who has made a big impact on my life was my boyfriend Tyler. He is perfect-super nice, charming, and could make me laugh without trying. He is the only reason I feel calm, but lately, he's always busy and only texts me when he gets the time, but I get it, we all need space.
My best friend Christine also helped me out, we met in high school and she was my savior. Without her, I would have died and now that we are "adults" we have to start acting like adults. She told me she got a new job that paid well and she won't be around me much but, once again space is always nice.
Right now I'm jotting down words for this writing sample I have to do for my theater major, I scribble out everything I just wrote and throw the paper behind me hitting the bin and landing on the other million pieces of crumpled up paper. It's tough and stressful but, acting Is my escape; pretending to be someone I'm not and saying things I might not be able to say is my escape.
I stood up from my seat and walked to the window, opening up the blinds and getting hit with sunlight, I suddenly felt super energized. I sat back down in my seat, and got distracted by whatever I could until focusing, "Write about something that made you feel inspired, how would a character feel about this mome-" I read before hearing something fall, I ignored it and messed my hair in frustration. My 'patients' is running low and I still had nothing to write.
I wanted to get some fresh air, so I got dressed and walked out the door, getting on my bike riding it until I found the nearest coffee shop. Eventually, I did find one, and with my luck, I came across Christine. I walked over to her and greeted her. "Hey, Christine," I said, gleefully, "Long-time no see!" I hugged her, but I could tell she hesitated to put her hands on me. I let go "Heh. Yeah." she says, awkwardly looking at me. "Is something wrong?" I ask, very confused. "No, nothing. I'm just here for a... Meeting. Yeah, that's it." She says, hesitantly. At that point I could tell something was off, I ignored it, Christine was always a very 'off' girl.
I didn't want to linger around too long, so I just ordered some coffee and donuts, and left. I rode around town a little on my bike before I decided it'd be best if I went back home and worked on my writing piece a little more, even if working on it is gonna be a living hell. So I rode my bike home. As soon as I got to my desk, I worked on the writing piece for an hour or two before realizing I was getting nothing done. I thought it would be best if I went on a walk, so I decided to take a walk to Tyler's house. Maybe he'll have some time to talk.
As I walked up the steps of Tyler's house, I thought about what we would talk about. I'm socially awkward, I know I should be more open and talk to more people, but that's very hard to do without overthinking. Tyler might be the only person I can talk to but, I still feel the need to plan before I talk to him. I can barely say something to him on the top of my head which I think he knows by now. That's why I always plan the conversation before I start it with him. Even if it doesn't go as planned, Tyler puts words in my mouth for me. I lift my hand to knock but remembered the key he gave me when he first moved in. So, I unlock the door, opening it and there she was, Christine, sitting on Tyler's counter, Tyler in front of her, smirking.
As soon as Tyler noticed me, he turned in my direction. Christine turned too, covering herself with her hand. "I-I thought you were working on your project..." Tyler says. I just stood there, frozen by my own shock. "I-It's not what it looks like, Ray.." He says, again, and before Tyler is able to say anything else, I run out.