It's midterm week in my university, so I have to do a lot of studying. I have the eyebags to prove it, haha. BUT. I have some time off right now to write another part! Hope y'all like it and please feel free to like and/or comment about what you think!
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The entire week was hell; and by hell, I mean my eyebags are so baggy they could be carrying gold but they don't carry gold. They carry my burden. I stare blankly into space as I sit in my apartment, drinking a cup of coffee and staring out the window into the Los Angeles city lights. Our classes are asking for so many things to do; homeworks, projects, and the play. So far, we were 30% done with the play and practice hours extended. I regretted not choosing the Saturday option. My phone vibrates and I sigh, picking it up from the coffee table.
It was a text from Zara.
Zara: Hey, D. How're you holding up? Heard you kind of fainted in practice.
I stare blankly at my phone, due to the lack of sleep and having to study, do projects, and all the things that are in my schedule, I probably was so tired I blacked out during practice. I needed much sleep, which I plan on getting.
Me: I'm alright now. Thank god it's Friday. And thank god for the Pope's arrival.
Zara: Definitely. I just wanted to check up on you, I was really worried when Logan told me.
Me: Nah, I'm healthy as a horse. We all have our days. :P
Zara: Well, you're doing a better job than I am with keeping up with school. Superwoman shit right there. hahaha
Me: Yes, I am. haha
Zara: If you feel better, maybe we can go watch a movie tomorrow or Sunday.
Me: Sure thing, Zara. I'll text you.
Zara: Well, my little baby boy needs his mommy. I'll talk to you in awhile.
Me: Aww, tell Zachary I said hi.
Zara: I will. You better come and visit here, be a nanny for a day. :P
Me: WHATEVER. HAHA, JK. I'd love to. Go attend to your little boy!
Zara and I became closer friends since Jake's party, going to the mall, eating at Chipotle on my free days when I'm not buried under school work. It feels nice to have close friends. I continue sipping on my coffee and the telephone rings. I trudge to the phone and answer it.
"Diandra Johnson." I say with a low voice.
"Hey.." Logan says and my stomach explodes with butterflies. It's that feeling.
"Hey. What's up?" I sit on the floor.
"Nothing, I just wanted to check up on you. How are you feeling?"
"I'm good, Logan. Thanks for taking me home by the way."
"No big deal, Diandra. What are friends for, right?" Ugh, this is the sad part. We are just friends, but it is a good thing too because no one is getting hurt. "Do you mind if I come over? I'll bring over something special." He said in a sing-song voice.
"Is this something special Chinese takeout?" I laugh.
He scoffs. "No. I actually took the time to make it, I want you to critique this shit out!" I can hear him slap the table.
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FanficDiandra Johnson didn't believe in a lot of things; superstitions, tall-tales, legends, old-people-sayings, and especially the concept of forever. After leaving the country she called home for almost five years and settling in the United States of Am...
