my eyelids struggle to come to an open as the sun light that peaks through my white blinds that guard the dirty glass window, reflects on my pale face. this causes my freckles to lightly stick out and the part of my eyes that reveal while squinting glow.
i groan and raise my arms above my head and stretch my upper body out, causing my rib cage to mildly stick out.
after adjusting myself to the current state, i reach my right hand onto the floor where my phone rest charging.
i pick up my phone and open it to see a variety of text, but only one sticking out. joba's text.
the text message makes me ache as i realise how much i had hurt him yesterday by a small amount of words that carelessly left my mouth.
it reads, 'what was up with u yesterday? i dont know what i did to make you so angry at me. & why were u angry? all i did was ask some question & ur mood just change out of nowhere. fuck u. hopefully this doesnt come off as me 'bitchin' to u.'
a groan escapes and echoes through the room as i throw my phone to the side of me on the mattress that lays on the wooden floor. i let my back fall back and hit against the mattress.
after a few moments of mentally abusing my own well being, i get up and put on a hoodie to cover up my topless torso and exit my bedroom in baggy joggers and an oversized hoodie with my phone glued to my hand.
i fly down the stairs after exiting my small place in the apartment.
i reach the doors and text joba, 'lemme talk w u. ur house?' i wait a few moments before walking foward to the familiar bus stop. after a few dreadful moments my phone screen lights up and a text message reveals his address.
i jog toward the bus once i realise that the bus awaits for people to go in.
i make it toward the center after paying and sit down with my head titled up, showing my jawline.
after multiple stops it, i get off and walk toward the nearest train station. i show my card that i havent used in a while and wait for the next train to come.
a train eventually comes after an estimate of seven minutes. i get on and sit next to a woman with extremely thick, raven black hair. she has doe eyes and her eyes piercing at out the window. the natural light causing her hazel brown colored eyes to glow. her skin color more tan pigmented than my pale skin. her face with a more florid appearance to it.
i smile before taking my seat next to her figure. i notice an angry beat in her tapping as it gradually increases the aggressiveness in the pattern.
"are you alright?" i hesitantly ask with a hope of not disturbing her current state. i have a couple of experiences with angry people.
"no, i am not ok." she hisses with a straightforward reply.
"do you want to talk about it?" i softly ask.
"my-i am so fucking stupid. i fucked up and hurt my best friend pretty badly," she starts off as he wipes the under of her eyes with the back of her left and right index finger.
"i told her that she is such a waste of space and i made awful comments about her body and i know for a fact that her biggest insecurities are about her body. man, words suck."
i nod before replying with, "i can relate. not in the same type of situation as you, but i've hurt multiple people with words. words are evil."
i don't know how to comprehend me admitting to vigorously abusing people to a complete strange whom i've just interacted with in the first ten minutes of meeting.
the train comes to a stop in the south loop of downtown chicago. my body jolts foward at the stop and i scramble up on my feet.
"this is me, bye." i say and begin my way off of the train and to jobas place.
i walk down many streets that are occupied with many people.
i walk and turn down a variety of streets until my feet stop and i look up at the apartment that stands in front of me. i send him a quick message informing him of my presence.
after a few moments of standing the door comes to an open and reveals a tall male with delicate eyes and pink bed head hair.
"hey," i greet as i make my way inside with his inviting body language.
"hi," he mumbles before leading me up a flight of stairs and into his apartment.
it's small, but way nicer than mines. his kitchen his small and simple. wooden cabinets that hang over the more narrow counter tops. the sink containing only a few dishes that seem to be rinsed. the living room is small and has a small couch that is covered with a black stitching.
"what did you want to talk about?" he mumbles as he leans himself against the polished countertop.
"i fucked up." i blankly say as i twist my body to face his exhausted one.
"yeah, thanks, i didn't know." he sarcastically hisses with a smooth eyeroll.
"look, joba," i quietly say.
"you're like really amazing and i know we've only been talking for a little bit, but like-i messed up yesterday and i want to make it up to you. what i said to you meant nothing. i'm sorry." i manage to spit out.
he chews at the inside of his mouth as his eyes search into mine. he looks as if he's trying to find the lie. there isn't a lie just my natural behavior that developed over time.
"i-it's ok." he shrugs as his fingertips delicately tap the sides of his baggy jeans.
"you sure?" i ask as manipulation begins to grow inside. i walk toward him slowly and my right hand softly touches his upper arm. he nods at me and grabs my arm and moves us backward.
my hands trail up to cup the sides of his face and so both begin to lean our faces closer. before my lips can touch his he stops and jolts back.
"movie?"
"sure." i blankly reply as i make my way toward the two person couch.
we sit next to each other as he scrolls through the netflix options.
"orange is the new black?" he suggest.
i nod at the suggestion as he clicks on the show and season one, episode one plays on the tv screen.
in the middle of the episode i turn myself toward him. my eyes look at his sitting figure up and down before blurting, "you're so pretty." his eyes dart at me as he gives me a small smile. he looks uncomfortable at my out of the blue comment made about his appearance.
i notice his eyes start to slowly come to a close as his legs fold and move up against his chest as his arms wrap around his body.
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feedback or something. it's mad cold outside & i want 2 see my mother.
comment bc i am bored and hungry
