A Friendly Experiment

Sleep, Break Up, Repeat

TENESON:

Needless to say, I woke up with the biggest neck ache recorded in history (and I'm not talking about Bellen this time).  It was six in the fucking morning and I was trapped, on the floor and wide awake.  I wish I was comfortable enough to go back to bed, but I was in pain.  I sat up and stretched out my back and neck, which made me feel a lot better.  I stood up and went to the bathroom.  I took a shower and decided to shave, since I was starting to look a little less rugged and little more homeless.

After I got out of the bathroom, Bellen was still asleep.  I opened the blind and she still didn't wake up, which I was kind of happy about.  I like it when she was sleeping.  Not only was she silent, but was she more interesting.  She tuck herself into this little ball and she looked quite adorable, if I had to admit it, though I didn't like to.  She'd also moan a little as she sleep, sometimes she'd mumble words, which was hilarious.  Today she was a little different thought.  She was more spread out and she was silent.  The light was shining on her face, which made her look almost angelic in a way (though once she woke up, she'd be a devil).  I felt bad for Bellen.  She was always trying so hard, it must've been exhausting.

Though many people wouldn't have guessed, I knew of Bellen before this whole experiment thing.  She was in a couple of my classes, maybe more than just a couple (I didn't show up to a few, so I wouldn't know).  She'd always try so hard, it was ridiculous.  She knew every answer and she'd volunteer to solve the hardest problems in Math class.  Not only that, but in English class, she's always chime in a comment about how the book we were reading related to an even stupider book that she'd already read.  Or, my favorite comment form her in 8th grade was when she said, "The first time I read this book I didn't get the analogy, but the second time I read it, I realized what the author was saying, and now when we read it in class I fully understand the irony,".  It was sickening to know that she'd read a book two times before and then read it in class, when half the kids hadn't even read it once.

I guess I just didn't understand why people tried so hard in school.  What does reading books or knowing mathematical formulas do for my future?  I'd rather learn practical life skills.  Like how to change a tire on a car or how to file a tax return.  That's why I attended shop class and Career Ready Math, because it was applicable to the real world.  I only attend English, because being able to write and talk professionally is useful, but other than that I could give two shits about metaphors.

Then there is fucking Bellen.  She knows what every English term is and how to use it in a sentence.  She also knows every president and can list them in order, or some shit like that.  How is that going to get her a job?  A real job.  I just don't understand how someone can try so hard at pointless and boring shit.  I'd say that maybe she's just a boring person, but something tells me that's just not true.  She can draw incredibly well, yet she's not in art club, but in physics club.  She acts like a hippie sometimes, but was a cheerleader.  Not to mention how much shopping she does, but then she says she hates rich people.  I don't get her.  She's either a walking contradiction and a hypocrite, or the coolest person ever.

So yeah, I guess that's why I'm staring at her right now.  Maybe I can try to figure her out, because right now she's a 1000 piece puzzle consisting of only edges and corners (or at least that's what my grandma would say).  I better stop staring before she thinks I like her or something.

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DAVID:

There was a knock at my door.  It was 2:34 on a Thursday afternoon.  I walked down the stairs and opened the door, expecting a punch to the face.  Instead there was something much worse.  Kingsley.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

"Are you asking me if we can physically communicate?"

"Don't be a little bitch, Dave."