unforced love // janiel

twenty eight

joey's pov

I wake up, eyes still droopy from the deep sleep i was one in.
I tried remembering the dream I was having, failing miserably.

I then give up in trying to discover the dream, sighing, and drag myself out of bed. Alex didn't awake with me.
He never is.  I grab a shirt, I only got because it looked aesthetic.

I slip on my black shirt, with a small red rose in the very middle along with a matching pair of black skinny jeans.
I grab my phone, almost dropping it.
"jesus. what an amazing day so far!"
I say in my head, even though nobody was here to hear me.

I walk down the stairs, the living room left a mess, a piece of paper neatly placed on the coffee table.
I walk over to it, knowing it was left by Alex and a lame excuse would be written sloppily on it.

hey joey
went out late with friends.
i 'll be home by 8am
love you

Yep.
At least he didn't have an excuse.
Problem was, it's 9:30. Not 8am.
I grabbed the paper, then crush it.
I sigh, not wanting to clean the slight mess Alex left behind.

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I decided to go to the diner.
Kill some time, and get some bomb ass food.  I smirt to myself.

I get in my car, removing a non lit cigarette from the seat.
I start the car and begin to drive.
The same songs continue to play, it almost drives me mad.

I've had enough of The Chain Smokers

I soon arive to the diner.
Even the sight of the small area makes me happy.
Something about it fills me with nostalgia and joy. Love it.

I leave my car, locking the door.
there isn't anything inside anyone would want to steal though.
I walk to the door, opening it, the jingling bell alarming workers another customer arrived.

It's surprisingly packed, compared to weekdays.
I get in line, bumping into the person in front of me, causing him to drop his wallet.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" i said as i knelt down to pick his wallet off the ground.

I stand back up, my eyes meeting his.

"Daniel?"