365 DAYS 365 TALES

The Guy who Stole My Hardcover

"Yes. It is about that." She says.

"Okay then. See you at 8 tonight." I say after a moment.

"Okay. Bye." She smiles and leaves the room.

Then I hear Harry shouting -

"Sooooo???? Did you tell him?????"

Maybe she shushed him because I couldn't hear further.

I get back to my bed with my book and continue reading.

Will and Tiny cooper, the characters are so funny. They remind me of me and Zainad, though Zainad is a girl. We used to share the same bond. No matter how much she hated to be with a nerd like me, she never left.

Reminding myself of that, I smile.

And Tiny is gay in the book, not really a nerd.

I wonder how it feels like to be a gay. I mean one must feel so unique and out of the box. Just like how Tiny feels.

Will, you can pick your friends. And you can pick your nose. But you cannot pick your friend's nose.

I laughed at this line so hard. Reading a book is a free ticket to the movies and a free ticket around the world. Don't you think so?
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Later that night

Okay! I have to tell you this. If I get a chance to write a book about The confessions of a book worm, I would totally do it. Because I really need to talk to someone when I am enjoying a book or when I have totally enjoyed a book and I want to recommend others to read it. But to explain the situation it is like this.

A. I do not have many friends.
B. I rarely talk to the ones I have.
C. When I rarely talk, I rarely rarely talk to them about books because of the fear that I might disinterest them.
D. Me, being a nerd really does disinterest them.

So this is my life. Zainad, on the other hand is someone who encourages me to read, even though she doesn't do it personally. She is kind of a movie person.

Today, I am going to meet my best friend officially after a long time. It seems long enough to me.

I don't try to look the best of me or anything. I just put on my casual wear and shoes and get out of the house with a book in my hand, as always. You cannot tell when you can get bored or when you might get some time alone, so carry a book always. Always!

I click on 7 on the speed dial as she used to say that it is her lucky number.

She answers just after the 2nd ring.

"Hello." She says in her girliest voice possible.

'Why? Why are you acting so weird?' Goes my mind.

"Yeah. Hey. Where are you? I just started from my place. Meet you in 10?"

"Sure. I am on the way too." She says in the same girly voice again.

'Cut the crap out already Zainad. Be my old best friend back again. I hate it, being this formal.' My mind goes helluva dramatic. I cannot tell these things out loud. I could have. Only if she had been acting less weird.

I disconnect the call and get in my car (which is a black volvo). I start the engine and turn on the music to head to the destination.

While I do that, I just wonder for one nanosecond - Is she going to propose?

'Nevermind. It is not that at all moron. You have been reading a lot of John green lately. This is real life.'
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Zainad's pov