I couldn't get the song out of my head. A constant thrum of drum. A beat of silence, a string of words that seemed to blend into one the more I listened to it. And in one click, it was gone.
"What the fuck are you doing?" my headphones are ripped from my ears, and I whip my head around, my eyebrows furrowed so narrowly over my eyes that I can actually see them in my upper peripheral vision.
Janet chuckles, all bulky and snarky. Har har, that's what it sounds like. Har har.
"C'mon, let's go get a burrito."
"Why?"
"Okay fine, you don't have to."
"No wait, let me get my jacket." I stand, logging out of my computer while slipping one arm into the sleeve of my coat. I push in my chair, manage to put my other arm in the jacket, and give a small "goodbye everyone" as I walk out the door and briskly make my way to the parking lot with Janet.
It's nice out today. Nippy. It feels as if I've just been wrapped in fresh aluminum foil, and the cold foil presses and molds itself around me.
Hmm, I'm a burrito.
Janet has a clumpy yet adorable jeep, and it feels like driving around in a go-kart. It's fantastic. I wish I could drive- I could return the favor of people always driving me. I could go out. Stay at school to finish my shit layout for the school's yearbook. Why am I even on the staff? I suck.
I climb into the passenger's seat, hook up her aux cord, and we back out of the parking space with Ed Sheeran blasting through the speakers.
Jan talks about some boy issues, and I listen. Her stories were quite real and sincere, it felt nice to be confided in. I look at my phone. That boy from 2 and 3 periods texted me, but I already knew the conversation wasn't going to go anywhere so I just turned my phone face down and turned up the music.
Here's how a conversation typically goes with said person:
Yesterday, 5:30 PM
Him: I decided to catch up on the shows I'm behind on
Me: Oh nice, what shows?
Him: Flash and Riverdale right now
Me: I need to catch up with Riverdale, I only made it to ep 4 and got a little bored
Him: I got to episode 2
Me: Good luck trying to get through the rest
Me: I don't even remember what's going on
Him: Same
Oh, what joy.
(what adventurous me would say but would never): I'm a little bored of this back and forth disinterest, let's just talk briefly in pre-calc like normal acquaintances and never speak of this bullshit.
We get finally get to the burrito place. I order chicken, she orders steak. We eat, talk about weird yet fascinating shit like serial killers, and she drives me home. What a nice lunch, truly.
Home is fine. I try to do laundry but fail, and then completely neglect homework. I watch The Office in bed, Snapchat a person I enjoy talking to that doesn't really enjoy talking to me, and try not to let the little flutter of hope spiraling in my chest get out of control.
Opened 4 minutes ago.
Ouch.
They never respond anyways, so I try to shake off the hurt.
I roll over, and sleep.
A good day overall.
