𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐧┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨

120. 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 - 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒

Iris

I blew on my nails to let the blue polish dry, but it felt like it was taking forever. It probably only felt long because I was desperately wanting to do anything else but this. I only did it because I couldn't live with bare nails for some reason.

It was strange, but that was me.

My phone buzzed from beside me on the bed and my eyes widened when I saw a notification from Cain. Was I late? The purpose of our meet-up early this morning was for me to give him the money I owed him, but we completely forgot about it.

We made plans earlier to meet at the park tonight so I could actually give it to him, but that was hours away. I quickly picked up my phone and opened it to look at the message.

Cain: Can we meet earlier?
11:47 p.m.

Me: Sure. When?
11:47 p.m.

Cain: Right now. I'm outside your window. Open up.🙄
11:47 p.m.

Me: The attitude from that emoji was highly unnecessary.🙄
11:48 p.m.

Cain: Police! Open up! 👮‍♂️
11:48 p.m.

"What the fuck," I whispered with a laugh as I read the text message. Only his randomness somehow seemed to be charming. I quickly got out of my bed and let out a sigh of relief that I and my room weren't completely unpresentable.

I walked carefully to the window to be careful that the nail polish on my toes didn't get smeared and I cautiously moved the curtain to the side. When I looked out of the window, no one was there and I frowned. I looked around and I almost gave up until Cain popped up and I screamed.

I didn't understand what he got from terrifying like this but all I knew was that he was lucky there was a window between us because he would've gotten punched again. I frowned as I opened the window and he laughed as he came inside.

"You should have seen your face," he laughed.

"You're really mean," I muttered as I closed the window behind him. I heard him laugh at my comment from behind me and when I turned around, I found him looking around at my room.

I didn't think I'd be so nervous to have anyone in here. I loved it, but it was exactly designed for my personality. Some would say it was dorky, but I thought it was fun. I had the consolations painted on my ceiling with stars and it flowed in the dark when the lights were off.

My table was a mess of tarot cards and a crystal ball and my large shelf in the room held random artifacts that I had along with plenty of books that I hoped he'd ignore. Not to mention the gazillion board games that I had for no reason at all.

My bed was an eclectic scheme of purple and black fuzzy pillows and blankets and above my bed, there were posters of my favorite boy band when I was a little bit younger.

I lived here since I was a child but after I got married I moved out. My grandfather never felt the need to change it since he knew it wouldn't work out; which I didn't blame them for, I was only seventeen and the man was forty.

It's been four years since I've been back, but it didn't take much for me to feel back at home. Even with all the childish decorations.