12:01 A/M ™

11:54 P/M

I don't know how long I have talked to him.

I also didn't know that I could come up with so many substitutes to use instead of his name, which I am still clueless about. I can't count on my fingers AND toes how many times I have said bud or buddy during my time next to him. My phone was strewn onto the kitchen counter, beside his drink which I could make out the smell to be alcohol yet I haven't seen him take a sip of it yet.

Occasionally, Max and/or Ashley would come out within a few sentences but I've managed to refrain them from their embarrassing and sexual comments.

In the approximate past 3 minutes, He and I have inched must closer together and have brushed past each others hands one too many times. 

I peered at the window closest to us and saw..light seeping through? I didn't know it was still that early? I thought it had been at least an hour, how much time I promised to stay here, but by the looks of it, 30 minutes hadn't even passed from when I stepped through the double doors at the front.

Which I'm surprised haven't burned down yet.

As soon as I stepped back into reality of what was happening around me, I felt a warm and much bigger hand collapse around mine, and I distinguished the arm to be his. I met his eyes, and a ginger nonchalant feeling danced inside them. A spark or breeze of indifference, as if they were carved and sculpted perfectly to fit around mine, to hold the creases and crevices of mine.

And he knew it.

Somehow.