The Opposite Of Negation | Editing Slowly

15 | ≠ neglect

Life is a chain of unpredictable moments.

One moment, I was partying with the girl I sort of am interested in, the next moment she's asking me to be her date to a family wedding and the moment after that, I'm waiting on her couch for her to finally be ready to leave.

"Grasshopper, are you applying lotion or making it?" I call out to her.

"Wright if you don't shut up now, I will leave you behind," she calls out in return, sounding furious.

That brings me to my observation skills. Usually, I'm not an observant person, but around Aliana, I tend to do this thing where I observe her and whatever little facts I uncover, I lock them in my memory.

Example being, Aliana does not do packing. She doesn't like it hence she doesn't do it. It's a simple thing, Mia had commented when I had found Ali sitting on her bedroom floor, with her clothes strewn around, watching musicals on her phone.

We were supposed to leave in half an hour. This was 2 hours ago.

Groaning, I get up from the place I've been seated for the past 2 hours and walk inside her bedroom. Mia is folding her clothes and putting them in her bag quite comfortably, almost like she has done this countless times in the past. The thought makes me chuckle, thinking of how I always did Maverick's packing. She looks up when she hears me entering the room and points me in the direction of her best friend's bathroom. And then, she winks.

Huh.

Slowly walking into the bathroom, I find Aliana sitting on her toilet seat, lid closed, watching something which suspiciously looked like a musical. Edging closer to her, I watch her completely engrossed in whatever she's watching and lean against the wall. Her hair is tied back into a haphazardly thrown bun, her face holds signs of tiredness, after her relentless shift at the bakery but she has a glow I've never seen. I watch her expressions, the way her eyes seem glued onto her phone screen, her face breaking into small smiles, sometimes even a small laugh as something on the screen amuses her. There's a hidden pleasure in watching people when they don't know, I think, and a second later, she lifts her head to meet my green eyes with her brown ones and smiles at me sheepishly.

And I almost pull her in my arms.

She pushes down her headphones, letting them hang around her neck and smiles at me nervously as I raise an eyebrow towards her.

"We all distract ourselves to avoid things we don't like to do, Nay," she reasons.

"Yes, we do. But not by leaving your best friend to do your packing and deliberately making your bestest friend wait on the couch and get bored."

"I heard you, Wright. Don't think you can get away with this lie," Mia shouts indignantly.

"Maybe you can also help? You won't be bored then, right?" Ali smirks.