1 week later-
I am trying to write since morning and I can't find a thing to write about I tried almost every topic but I am out of words. I have 2 pending work left in my blogging account. I think I should leave my room for once to find topics. It's been one week here. It's all calm and peaceful here. Unfortunately nothing have happened till now and I am still alive. I put on my headphones and a oversize tee shirt as I came out from my kingdom. It's almost dark outside.
Zen and Zoe is currently out for three some with Andrew. That's what they told me and no I didn't asked for details.
Mentioning the fact about three some I never had sex yes I am a 21 year old sex free virgin.
FUCK YES!- I exclaimed to myself as I got an idea to write about finally.
I am going to write a book about sex free virgin. Perfect. To awesome.
I deserve a noble for this.
Anyway as I was going to pick my notebook from my sofa after almost ripping all pages. I put on my fev song from wanna be yours by artic monkey and went back to writing as the tunes perfectly started melting in my eyers. Giving eyerorgasm. I started listening to artic monkey since I was 19 now I'm a fan. I'm also fan of many other rock bands and always wanted to be like them.
But this songs always remind me how fucking singe I am. Anyway no complain tho. As I finished writing the first 300 words I switched the tv cause I started feeling tired.
I don't really have nothing to do now.
It's depressing since the last time I actually wrote something good and get views.
It's demotivating and not cool for writers.
I started watching random song from
TV channel.
I don't know when did I fall for nap.
After 15 min later I heard a knock in the door.
I looked up to see the time. It'd 3:30 in the afternoon.
I am still tired I can tell I need sleep because my eyes are burning.
I changed myself into a sweatshirt as I went to open the door.
I twist the knob to open the door.
Zoe said you guys gonna be l-
But before I finish my words I actually notice it's not the magic trio infront of me.
It is Harry.
Standing right infront of me wearing a sleek black shirt.
Which is awfully boring but looks great on him.
He is on his phone.
Before I could say something he came close.
Perhaps to close cause I step back.
"Ah I think your in the wrong apartment."
No I'm not.
I heard him speak as I look up to match his hight.
I actually feels dwarf in comparing to him.
Um yes you are your room is in the left.
I poined toward the stairs.
He roll his eyes.
Oh- attitude.
Not cool.
"Im here to meet you."
"For what?"
Well you know I kinda need you.
And for what?
For something
What thing?
I need you write me a letter to someone.
Can't you do that by yourself?
I said as something about him doesn't fit right with me.
Look I don't have time neither I have patience with writing stuffs and I have bad history with paper and pen.
"So what can I do? I don't work for free"
"I will pay you."
"How much ?"
"As much as u want".
Cool.
"No need to pay just we won't pay the rent till I write your letters."
How many letters do I have to write?
50.
