My Pizza Guy. (editing)

17 ~ Weird Week.

**Heya peeps! :D

Exams are over but as you could see, I wasn't updating. Sorry for that. Really, I am. It was just a stupid writer's block. So here I am, with a stupid idea that I hope y'all would like. :p

But tbh, I like the idea so... I'ma be doin' it. :D no offence. Peace. XD

So, enjoy this chapter and look forward to more updates. :) because I ain't giving up on you guys. Not just yet. Not ever. :)**

It was Sunday. I was bored as hell. I didn't know what to do or say. I was just sitting in my room, just... Thinking.

Well that's something new. My conscience rolled her eyes. Urgh.

I was thinking about my life ahead. I was a good student, I guess. My grades were good. I had taken Psychology and Biology. But I was still unsure. I wanted to be a psychiatrist. Then again, I could just be a psychologist. My Mom used to tell me, "You can't handle it, love. It's a depressing field." But how could I not choose Psychology? I loved it. I knew that I was a tad bit sensitive-

Mhmm? My conscience raised a brow.

Okay. I knew that I was very sensitive. But the fact that I could help people out of their miseries, at least mentally, was just... So good to think about. I had always been successful in talking my friends out of depression, making them get over their awful and sad pasts. I was good with giving adivice, too bad I never had some for myself. I could make my depressed neighbor smile and she started talking to people. Yes. She was a widow. And she was visibly in pain.

But, then again, I used to keep thinking about all those unfortunate people who had to deal with all those things. I'd wanted to help them so bad that I'd stopped taking care of myself. I never showed others how I'd felt. Because that wasn't me. I just couldn't.

So, I just decided not to be a psychiatrist. Or even a psychologist. And so, when I got in senior year, I dropped psychology and took sociology. It's almost the same but, just not as deep.

"Senior year..." I said and then let out a deep breath. Last year of school. College was next. I topped my class in the junior year finals. I didn't know how though. Hehe.

My iPhone buzzed.

1 New Message from Nickster.

I unlocked it and read the words;

"Be ready in fifteen. :* "

I smiled and rolled my eyes. This guy was just what I'd needed. Gosh I could talk all day about him.

Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Just get yo ass off the bed and dolly up. Said my conscience.

I made a lame face as I got off the bed. My conscience was always so rude. Urgh.

Not always. She said.

I rolled my eyes and went in the bathroom.

I was downstairs finally. But, I was late. I took half hour. Tehehehee.

I was still grinning as I rethought what had happened in the shower.

The crazy dubstep had started playing, pulling me out of the pit of thoughts as the warm water ran down my body. I answered my phone with an embarrassed "Hello?" Because I saw the time on the screen as I answered the call. I had been in there for fifteen minutes.

And I was scared because I got silence as an answer.

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