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Monday, March 17th
Isaiah couldn't remember the last time he'd felt completely and utterly happy. He hadn't felt that way in a long time, it seemed. Hadn't felt that warm giddiness that would consume him as a child whenever he got to do something he liked. Baseball had been his source of happiness for a long time, but it never gave him the childlike joy he so dearly missed.
He'd been in good moods, sure. He'd been amused, excited, content, but never genuinely happy ever since he'd entered the pre-teen years of his life. Isaiah grew to adore things and people, but he couldn't remember a moment where he thought, I could do this forever and never get tired. Or I could be with this person forever and never feel down.
He wondered if those feelings were real, or if they were just false fantasies created by movies and books. He hoped they weren't, because if that was the case, he wouldn't know what to look forward to. If his baseball career didn't leave him happy, what was the point? It was the only thing pushing him down the line.
Isaiah paused. When did I start feeling like this? He couldn't pinpoint an exact moment in time where he started to feel so dreadfully hopeless. It scared him, sent a shock of fear straight through his veins, made him wonder if anyone noticed these changes in him when he couldn't even notice them himself.
Is anyone watching me?
He stared at his ceiling, watching the fan spin in rapid circles. He'd woken up much earlier than he usually did, and he debated on whether or not to get a bit more sleep, but had decided against it. He doubted he could sleep again; his mind was stocked up.
Isaiah woke up in a not-so-great mood, if that wasn't obvious already. He had a feeling it was because he spent all night worrying about August after he dropped him off at home. He'd looked so sad. Seeing someone he liked like that affected him, too. He wanted to know how he was doing, but he didn't want to be a bother. He probably wasn't even awake anyway.
He flipped over onto his side and tapped his phone screen, the blue light straining his eyes. He blinked rapidly and hurriedly turned the brightness down. I want to text him, he thought. What if he didn't want Isaiah to point it out? What if he was embarrassed? But he talked about something personal yesterday, too.
Isaiah simply decided to stop being a wuss.
Isaiah: I hope you slept well, and I hope you're feeling better. It looked like yesterday was tough for you. if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here too
And it seemed Isaiah was wrong about him not being awake, because within less than two minutes he replied.
August: I'm better, thank u. sorry for being all rude and sad and just blegh lately. seriously - ur too nice to me lol i don't deserve it
Isaiah: hey don't say that. ): you're a good person you deserve all the nice things that happen to you
August: haha i'm not but thanks. i'm a shit person lol
Isaiah: say it again and I'll fight
August: what are u gonna do, noodle boy? swing ur obnoxiously long arms around like a helicopter and attack me?
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Roman pour Adolescents[This story will become free on DECEMBER 13TH, 2024] Isaiah always had his focus set on school and baseball, but when he meets August, he suddenly begins questioning more than just his lack of a social life. ...
