Shutting the door gently I walked back to my car and slid in, the tears began running down my cheeks, I couldn’t stop them. I just sat there in dead silence having the wet tears cascade down my face. I guess now is the time to just let my emotions get the best of me. You know that feeling where you experience so much things you don’t even know what to do with yourself, whether to cry or smash a wall with your fist and then end up breaking down at a time you desperately don’t want to? Once again I’m experiencing it. Here I am outside David’s house in my car crying like an idiot. I sniffled a couple of times before composing myself, this surely did take a long time for me. Ten minutes later the tears were dried against my face, it was odd feeling.
I didn’t know where to go or what to do, I was lost at a stump.
I mean, I didn’t want to go home and face Lisa, to get to amuse her by coming home like a emotional wreck, she would definitely smirk at me and probably blab to her friends how much of a weirdo and social outcast I am.
Grabbing my cell phone from the passenger seat, I scrolled through my contacts, looking for the right person to talk to. I found Zane’s name and clicked the green button or ‘call’ whatever you want to call it.
“Hello?” He said in an annoyed/ leave me alone tone. I always answer the phone like that as well. When you’re doing something fun and somewhat productive, the phone rings and your all like really? Must I pick up the phone now? I ignored his type of greeting.
“Hey, nice way to greet someone.” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, hi Trin. Sorry I was just in the middle of something.” He answered, calling me Trin once again.
“I’m scared to know what…You mind if I come over. Life has been a living hell lately.”
“Oh sure.” I heard the shuffling of some sort, trying to clean up a bit. How nice.
Zane gave me the directions to his house, I have dropped him off a few times, but its hard to remember the where abouts, since we were talking most of the rides. Unlike when I was with David, he was on his stupid cell phone talking to his friends. I was bored out of mind which led me to remember where his house is.
I gingerly wrote down the directions and asked a few questions, nodding a couple of times as if he knew I was listening. Seconds later I was on the road, at a halt due to a stop light.
I turned the radio on and turned the volume up higher. This is what kept me going through the car ride. Keeping me entertained and whatnot. I’m not going to lie; I got way into the song a couple of times where the cars next to me gave me a horrified look. Well not horrified but ‘what the hell is that chick doing?’ look…
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Climbing up the stairs to his porch, I felt a shiver run through me. Before my finger tip got to touch the door bell, the front door swung open. Zane popped his head out the door; a dog ran out of the house and greeted me. Wagging its tail and spinning around in circles. I petted him and scuffed his ears.
“Come in already. By the way, I wasn’t creeping to see when you were coming by.” He said turning red in the face a bit.
I laughed then pushed him in the shoulder and entered his house. It was nice, a home-y touch. Although it was a tad messy. I could tell her he had a little brother, toys were scattered everywhere.
“So what’s your dog’s name?” I said slipping off my shoes.
“Mufasa.” He said with a grin.
“You’re kidding? I love the Lion King. He’s too cute.” I said, and then crouched down rubbing the dog’s belly. Mufasa started rolling all over the place.
“Okay, forget him. Let’s go downstairs.” Zane said, pushing me to a door not to far away.
“That’s nice.” I said in a huff, and then descended down the basement stairs.
I knew my face lit up when I spotted the drums. His basement was pretty unreal. He had big ass television with all those gaming systems and what not. I’m thinking I got to come here more often.
“You digging the pad?” Zane asked with a wink as he draped his arm around my shoulders.
“Yes, of course. Now play the drums for me!” I asked then plopped onto his black leather couch, it was like the movie theatre type chair, except leather.
Zane strutted over to the drums, took both of the sticks and began to play. It seriously sounded like a ruckus. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to stop him before my ears would bleed. I took both of hands and pulled the sticks away.
“Just stop, please. Before my ears bleed to death.”
“I’m kidding, I can actually play.” He said reaching for the drum sticks, I was hesitant at first but let him get his way.
He could actually play. It was pretty kick ass if you ask me.
“That was so good, encore!” I laughed clapping my hands. Having fun sometimes lets me forget about my problems that I was so worked up about.
Zane started again, “Sheesh, I was kidding. Stop.” Zane shot me a grin and turned on the big television.
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The wait was long, I'm very sorry about that...It's almost exams, so it's getting pretty hectic for me... I won't write for a while maybe... & my second semester is a freakin' mission. So I'll try and squeeze in time :)
I whipped this part up in like an hour or so, I kept getting distracted. :/ I have a short attention span, so I forced myself to write this! Sorry if it's not any good.
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