The Dare (Nash Grier Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Sobu's P.O.V

Lazyness is the most important thing to my life, well, one of them. Why I remind myself of this, mainly because I enjoy being lazy, or I just don't really care about telling myself something else, maybe I can tell myself 'KITTEN RUSH' or something that actually makes sense. Some say twenty minutes in my mind can turn one insane either by the intense mathimatical things I come up with, or it's just to stupid to even comprehend by even the most open and genius minds, or it's just complete crap I'm thinking, either way, it's incomprehendable.

I'm just sitting in a chair by the pool, watching Rhiannon and Miera chilling out in the pool, luckily the fangirls are off mooning at MagCon, unless if they are truly wishing to be pests to one's life. Either way, I still am in the mood to beat someone up that ever bother Miera, mostly that guy that's my neighbor that watches... Things until 4 AM, most of the time giving me the disability to sleep, because of the light from the computer, and all the creepy noises that come from that house

Just in case, I kept my swim suit on if I wanted to go in the pool at some point, which I probably will, I know myself. I also tend to think up a lot of good material for stories, and write that story down until I realized I've made enough of it, or I just get to bored and think up something else while going to sleep or in a car ride, I tend to think up the best story material in my bed trying to sleep, and sometimes it's just to awesome I write it down right when I wake up.

Or sometimes I just think up something short and simple. Once I thought of a winter night outside in the forest, of course I wrote that down, and I remember it word by word.

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The gentle snow fell onto the ground silently, and pristine, elegant snowflakes fell onto the snow covered, beautiful white ground. I didn't really know what made the snow in a winter's night so beautiful, I felt like it was just the way the snow smoothly minicked the ground, which it seemed, undescribably, beautiful, and I hated it whenever one, even myself, would plague it with footsteps.

I heard slow, footsteps coming from behind me, and I saw my friend. His light, chocolate brown, cheerful eyes shown like a lantern in the dark, as if something warm to cling onto, hope in the darkness, maybe. Everything seemed so peaceful, so beautiful. No hardworking, unforgiving work had to be done at a pristine time like this. The moon couldn't be seen, all that could be seen was just a beautiful light gray in the night, it looked like a giant, endless painted that loomed over the real night sky.

It felt good to at least to be in comfortable peace in the night.

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