Wake Up, Reality's Calling

Chapter 7: Knocking on my door...

I put down my phone and sighed. We had just left the café, like what, twenty minutes ago? And now he's calling and wanting to hang out again tomorrow? This is way too much at the same time. Too much information, too much everything. 

My mind is running, I need a time-out, I thought while walking into the bedroom. I closed all the curtains, and crash landed on my bed. The fluffy covers flew up and landed in a mess, but I didn't care anymore. Why is my life such a huge mess? Why am I such a huge mess? I mess up in social situations, hell, I don't even know how to act normal and put on an act anymore. I'm just so fucking tired. That was my last thought until I blacked out. 

It was a nice nap to temporarily stop all that is going on, but I was abruptly woken up by someone knocking on my door. 

I dreaded the fact to go and open it, but the knocking was giving my heart beat a slight raise, so I got up and walked to the hall. I opened the door, not caring to look through the peephole. 

"Heey Vic!" The person in front of me said in a pretentious type of fake British accent voice. Oh no... not now.

"Hi, Liz,"  I said back, in a tired voice. What is it now?

"So, I was just in the area, and I was thinking about you, so here I am," She said happily.

"Liz, I'm actually sort of busy now, so-" Of-fucking-course she cut me off.  

"I actually don't care about your excuses," She said while entering my apartment. "But we haven't hung out in way too long." 

Yeah, I thought. It's because I've been deliberately ignoring you.

 "I knoow, it's been ages," I said, trying to mirror her expressions. Now can you just please get the hell out of my apartment?

"So, give me all the juicy details," She said, placing herself on my couch. "How is your love life? How's Nick doing?"

Oh you know we broke up like 7 months ago, I thought about telling her in a pissed of way, but I decided to try to be 'civilized' and keep my cool.

"I don't know, actually, I haven't spoken to him in a while, we uhm... broke up," This became more awkward than I wanted it to come off as. 

"Ooh sweety! That's awful!" She opened her arms for a hug and dragged me in. Urgh. She smells of perfume... too much perfume. I need her to get out of my apartment and out of my life.

"Hey, Liz, I actually have an appointment that I need to get ready for now, so if you don't mind..." I said, surprised by the fact that my mind went to the excuse of the infamous 'appointment'.

"Oh no, you are not getting rid of me that easily, Victoria Miranda Lowland," She said, standing cross-armed. Why did she have to use my full name? I seriously don't understand her.

"Will you leave if I promise to text you back?" I nearly hissed, really annoyed and slightly disgusted by the thought of even having to keep in contact.

"Promise? I will hold you by your word," She looked me in my eyes, piercing me through.

"Promise," I sighed. Fucking finally, she'll finally leave me the fuck alone.

"OMG we are so like the friend version of Augustus and Hazel from 'The Fault In Our Stars' with our promise," She nearly screamed out. Uurgh why does she have to be so... so... so uurghh.

"Yeah... sure," I had to use all of my willpower in order not to roll my eyes.

"Oh well, do feel free to text me first," She said while walking out the door. I waved and closed it right after she had stepped out, and leaned against it.

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the kitchen wall. 14:25... No one should be bothering me for the rest of today.