Escapism def. Diversion of the mind to imaginative activity as an escape from routine (differently worded def. Above as well)

I grab a book from one of the hundreds of bookshelves I own, picking one up. I read it and lose myself in the magic of a fantasy world. Although I should be focused on the book and what's going to happen to the character after her dad dies (spoiler alert, she dies too), but I keep thinking of Alfie. The rain is relentless outside my bedroom window. I smile, shutting the book.

Jumping up from the bed, I make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. I drink it as I plop onto the couch. I decide that, since I've nothing better to do, I could spend some time in the lobby. There's a foosball table down there so..

I walk out of my apartment, making my way down the hallway to the lobby. I see a couple people on the couch, eating popcorn together. I wonder when I'll be seeing Alfie again. I need to stop thinking about him. But that's the thing- I can't help it, he just runs through my train of thought inevitably and the moment I'm not making myself take my mind off of him, he's there. I find that I've been just standing in front of the foosball table, stuck in a daydream. I blush slightly even though I'm sure nobody noticed. I make it back to my apartment but I see that there's a sticky note on the door. It reads:

Hey Zo! Here's my number: (insert phone number) -Alfie x

I smile and peel the sticky note off of the door. Once inside, I grab my phone from the couch and dial in the numbers he wrote. I decide to call.

"Hello" he says, his voice happy and melodic.

"Hey" I say, biting my lip, slightly nervous.

"I'd assume you're wondering how I knew which apartment was yours. I asked the lady behind the counter. That was the most unnecessary statement ever" he laughs.

"Oh okay" I say, a smile slapped across my face.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asks.

That's easy. "Pop and indie."

"Ah. Cool. I personally like pop as well although I haven't really heard much indie."

"You must have a sad life" I laugh.

"Ah. It is, indeed, a sad life because I have wasted all my time without you."

I feel my face grow warm. "We've been a street across from each other.."

"A pretty goddamned wide street!"

"True."

"The rain fuckin sucks" he says, out of conversational topics.

"I know."

"So what's your story?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why you're into the stars, why you like poetry, where you're from, everything."

"I can't tell you everything!"

"I don't see why not."

"I'm kind of an uninteresting person. If I were a color, I'd be gray."

"Weird that you say that. As it so happens, that actually is my favorite color. No joke."

I laugh. "Well, I don't have a definite answer as to why I love the stars and poetry and better yet, poetry about the stars, but I do know that they speak to me and they're things that just came to me. Everyone has those things that are just naturally the things you like, without a reason for even liking them. I grew up in this stupid dead town and that's it. Like I said, I'm not very interesting."

"Oh. I get what you're saying! I feel the same way about the stars and coffee. I don't know, they just became a part of my life."

"Exactly!" I say, "you know, I feel like you and I just click."

"Yeah.. we just click."

"Well I'm gonna go.. it's getting kind of late." I say.

"Okay" he says, slight disappointment seeping into his words.

I hang up without another word. I know I won't be getting sleep. I grab my laptop and scroll through Tumblr for awhile, electric energy coursing through me. I like him. I didn't think about it anymore, knowing that if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop.

The next morning I wake up feeling more dead than alive although I had grown accustomed to that feeling. I tiredly grab a cup of coffee and sit down on my couch. Sighing I take a glance out my window. It's sunny today. I miss the rain already.

I pick up my new book of constellations, flipping to the section about Greek Constellations and their meanings. I feel happier, the stars bringing a nostalgic comfort to me- like that's where my soul was created, amongst the stars, my eyes made of stardust, my body made of starry energy that's connected to the universe.

I close the book and lie down on the couch, facing the ceiling. I spend the rest of the day not really doing much, mainly looking through my constellation book. I expected to see Alfie that day but he didn't call or stop by. I end up falling asleep at 10:38.

Waking up to yet another sunny day, I grab my phone to check the time- 8:54- I am surprised by a text from Aflie. It was sent at 1:00 am last night. I open it.

The girl is practically made of star dust herself
As she grabs the poetry from the top shelf
I think of how I can almost just tell
She's more than she lets on
When she could simply reject dawn
As she prefers the dark
And I would too
If it meant that the dark was made of you
For you are the star dust
I see it in your eyes because
They're already everything to me
I look up at the stars tonight yet you're all I see
x (I, the author of this book, have full rights to this poem, I wrote it so please don't copy!!)

I smile. Who has time to waste on writing poetry for me- especially at 1 am?! Yet I feel it's something that one should write for me. Relating me to the stars, just because he knows that's exactly what I love. And it sounds to me that the stars aren't the only thing he loves, if you know what I mean.

I think about what my reply will be for a good five minutes. I eventually settle on one though, and Alfie Deyes Style, it's in the form of a poem.

I've been feeling bad lately
And you have the power to save me
But hurry because I'm slowly fading
Until all I am is dust and not amongst the stars
When you show me who you are
I feel like I've known you for years
And I've never cried tears
Because with you, I am where I belong
The same way you feel listening to your favorite song
Like you know all the words
And you are a part of a beautiful world.
x

(Again guys, I own rights to this poem. Hopefully these poems aren't too shitty ;))

Setting my phone back on the bedside table, I fall back into my pillow with a ridiculous smile. I don't allow myself to slip back into sleep, instead jumping up and making my way to my closet. I grab a clean outfit and take it to the bathroom and turn on the shower. After my extremely long shower, I head out the door, book in hand, making my way to the empty lobby. I read for an hour before I decide that it's a nice enough day that I could read outside. So I get up and take my book and I to the bench outside under the tree. I read for awhile until a shadow blocks my sunlight, causing me to look up.

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HEY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS CHAPTER. SPEAKING OF THINGS I LOVE, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! SHOUT OUT TO PhantasticRandomness BECAUSE YOU ARE AN AWESOME PERSON. ANYWAYS, HAVE A LOVELY DAY! SMILE! :) x