Today had been wasted. The time I wasn't going to class I was helping Wyatt clean the dorm that was completely destroyed. Red solo cups covered just about every inch of the room.
"I'm going to take these to the garbage shoot. Keep picking stuff up." Wyatt swung two white bags over his shoulder and made his way down the hall. I picked up another cup and underneath was a plain black journal. It felt wrong to open it but I've always wondered what kind of things go through Wyatt's mind. Most of the pages were torn and scribbled over except for a few entries and each had an unrelated drawing blow it. Some were sad and confusing and others were just confusing:9/20/18
How cool would it be if everyday, you went home and, instead of writing in a diary, you write a script. Then once that script is done, you can shorten it down and you've probably got the most disappointing story ever.10/9/18
My mom called me today. I told her and she said she felt sick. I did too.10/10/18
Nothing ruins my self-confidence more than seeing toddlers ski straight down mountains, without falling, when I have to do large S curves to make it all the way down.10/11/18
The party yesterday blowed. I don't fit in here. They're treating me like shit again."Hey nosy much?" Wyatt stormed into the room and snatched the journal from my hands.
"I'm sorry. It just got in my way while I was cleaning I wasn't trying to invade your privacy." I felt sick to my stomach and I could tell this was leading to one of me and Wyatt's fights. "I know you hate me but I am here if you need some-"
"Jaeden, shut the fuck up. You put on this act of being so perfect but you're not you're nosy and annoying and messy and sometimes you snore and it keeps me up at night. I'm physically and mentally exhausted from living with you."
I couldn't take this anymore. Wyatt has been pushing me around since day one and every day i've held back completely losing it on him. "I always had some hope for you that maybe you weren't as terrible on the inside as you are on the outside but I guess I was wrong. You're just as cold and I hate to say this but maybe you deserve all the hurtful things you were writing about." I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the room. I went to the library to get some headspace. Tomorrow morning I'm ready to request for a new roommate and if they won't let me I'll sleep on Finn or Jack's floor for the rest of the semester. I took a minuet to breathe and checked my messages on friendo.You have 0 new messages.
I knew I messed up. I shouldn't have said anything and I ruined one of the few good friendships I had. I picked up a poetry book and without intending to fell asleep on the desk.
Cybertext wants to send you a message
Cybertext wants to send you a message
Cybertext wants to send you a messageThe obnoxious buzzing of my laptop woke me up but the notifications were so worth it. I stared at those 7 words on my screen. They had the potential to change my life forever or ruin it. I stared at the tired boy looking back at me in my reflection for a few seconds. My eye bags were getting heavier and darker by the minuet.
Cybertext wants to send you a message
I snapped out of my thought process and opened up his message.
Cybertext: That's a lot but I'm pleased to say I feel the same. I've been waiting to spill all my feelings to you too so here we go.
Cybertext: Actually, never mind it feels wrong doing this over text.
Cybertext: I think i'm ready to meet up..
Cybertext: Only if you are of course. Sorry for the spam.Wesley2003: I think I am too. You're near the city right?
Cybertext: You bet.
Wesley2003: Tomorrow at 6:30pm I'll be at the coffee house next to the record store that just shut down. Hope to see you there too.
Cybertext: See you then!
Facetiming Finn...
Finn: hello?
Jaeden: Can I sleep at your dorm tonight? I need all the rest I can get. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
Finn: If it's what I think it is then of course you can.
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Dorm 624 // Jyatt
FanfictionWesley2003: If we had a competition for who's roomate is worse I would win. Cybertext: I wouldn't bet my life on that