Painting Life

T w e n t y - F i v e

So this is a filler chapter. Sorry. It's a little funny too. (but don't count on it because my joking skills are debatable) 
Confession: I love Omar more than Haris. I want an Omar! 

Anyways, cheers! :)

~Rida <3 

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Twenty Four | Just Some Post-Trauma Action.

H a r i s: 

"Hey, Omar?" 

"Dude I am going to finicking kill you." 

"What's finicking?"

"A new word in Omar's swear dictionary. Comes in handy when you call at two A.M every single night." 

"I have a reason," I protested.

"You always have a reason," He said exasperatedly. "Tell me, Haris, am I your freaking psychatrist?" 

"Um...yes?" 

"Oh for God's sake just go read Harry Potter or something." 

"Aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?" 

"I don't care," He huffed. 

"Yes, you do," Came my smart response. 

"No I don't. Just go away, okay? Let me have my beauty sleep." 

"You are never asleep at this time, Omar," I said strangely. "And you don't sound the least bit sleepy."

"Maybe it's because you called me and woke me up?" 

I shrugged, "Not gonna apologize." 

"Well, then," Omar said. "I'll just cut off your butt so that you can remain buttless for the rest of your finicking life. And whenever you think of calling me so late, you'll remember your butt and you won't call me!" 

I burst out laughing, "Did you take your meds today?" 

"Shut up," I could almost hear the scowl on his face. "Just tell me what's wrong so that I can hang up and go back to sleep." 

"No need to get so pissed off, dude," I shot back, snickering. "I am having a bad time right now." 

"Why? Does nobody love you?" 

"Of course they do. It's just that the environment is so different and I don't know how I can survive here. My roommates drink, Omar. They just came in, with the most horrible stench in the world. And then they randomly started talking about how they bribed the nerds to do their homework with...payment." 

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" He asked. 

Even though, he didn't tell me what he was thinking, I already knew and nodded grimly, "Yes." 

"Oh my God. That's disgusting."

"You forgot to add finicking before it," I said dully. 

"Oh come on, Haris, cheer up. It's not the end of the world!" He exclaimed. "I'll even send a video of my singing to you. It'll cheer you up, promise!" 

"NO!" I cried, horrified. "Don't send me a video. My ears will die!" 

He chuckled, "They are? Cool! I'll send it over right now!" 

"Shut up." 

"Shut the finicking up." Omar corrected.

"Whatever."