AL'S MOUTH WAS opening and closing like that of a fish. It was pretty amusing. I wished I had my phone to film it.
"So you know," he said, confirming my worst suspicions that he already knew about everything that was going on.
"I know," I sighed.
I COULD BARELYhear the obnoxious chatter of the people in the room, over the ringing in my ears.Brother?It all made even
IT WAS UNUSUALLYearly, and I was awake.It was a surprise because I had never been an early bird. On weekends, I usually came down at 2 pm for breakfast. My fashion had always been irregular sleep schedules – especially since I had started living here given that I had quite a few days of nothing to do before I started working at the Downtown Diner.
"SO WHAT DO we do now?"Parker had woken up and found Drake and I in the living room, staring at the pen drive in front of us. He later revealed that he had stood in the hallway for thirty minutes before he decided to make his presence noticed because he thought that we had been possessed.
THE CAMPUS WAShuge.Like,huge.It stretched so far, that a walk from one end to another would have been an extreme workout. Brooklyn was as busy as ever with everyone bustling about with their everyday lives. NYU hadn't been far from the East Village, but it took longer due to the traffic.
I HAD LOCKED myself in a room, adamant on being away from the loud music, and most importantly, people. I wanted to stay away from people.I was trying to read a book, but the music sounded like people screaming. Which it was. I was being ear raped, if such a thing even existed.
DOWNTOWN DINER WASdeserted once again the next day. It made me speculate whether the customers had decreased since I was now working here. Surely, I wasn'tthatbad.Or maybe it was because of the intense cold which threatened to freeze my skin off. I could almost imagine it snowing. The hollow and icy wind was howling in the streets replacing the usual sound of
"WHY?"I was expecting a lot of questions– maybe a series of rapid and exasperated and angry ones– but not that one simple word. Yet that one word hung so heavily in the air, the most important question of all."What do you mean why?" I was stalling for no good reason and it was obvious. I wo
I WAS ABOUT to go to bed when I remembered that Justin may still be mad at me. I'd cooled off and decided to give him a chance to speak. I didn't want to be on bad terms with him or go back to when we both didn't really care for each other that much. He was just worriedI had told myself.I knocked on his door, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to wake him if he was asleep. He wasn't.