His Barrier

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 - 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐝

How to spend a Saturday night totally alone? Search.

Google told me I'm pathetic.

Mel is out of the town for the next week and I don't know what to do without her.

She's basically my only escape from reality besides cuddling with my slushie and watching Netflix.

The other option is a little too loser-ish because I already do that everyday.

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I hate what sociality does to me!!

Should I go to Max's house? Is it too weird?

Of course it is, it practically scream that I'm pathetic.

I don't even know the guy! He could be a serial killer.

I'm too young to die, I still haven't adopted cats and hamsters named with Mexican names.

That's on my bucket list, shut up.

Should I call Candy? We exchanged numbers this morning and she seems like a nice person.

Dude, she probably has her own company.

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY LIFE?!

Oh right, it's pathetic.

My phone rings bringing me back to reality.

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Like being pathetic isn't my reality. I'm just saying that to make myself feel better.

It's not working, by the way.

I pick up my phone and see the name on the screen.

Candy.

"Hey, Sage! It's Candy!" she says in her normal squeaky voice.

I personally found that pretty annoying, but I guess it's just prejudice.

'Cause she seems really sweet. I could never.

"Hey."

"Whatcha doin'?" she asks.

Oh nothing special, just trying to make my life more miserable, you?

"Nothing too much."

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come at my place. We're missing a head." she says.

I'm just gonna cut it off and send it to you, an address?

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By the way, she just invited me over??

AM I DREAMING??

"Uhm, I guess?" I say more of a question.

"I mean! I thought of you, we can be friends."

Okay, what's with people lately?

What's with the planet?? Is it having it's mental breakdown AKA global warming??

Just suddenly, people want to be my friend.

"Well, sure. What's your address?" I ask.

"I'll text it to you. See you, Sage!!" she says and hangs up.

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I'm ready to press the doorbell, but I can't help to not to look around.

This is hell of a rich neighbourhood.

So she won't be mad if she pays me the bus ride back home?

Natalie took my car and now I have to take it when I have to go somewhere.