Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

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I turn over to an empty space next to me. Maybe I'm on the floor. I'm too tired to move though so I'll stay here for a while.

The floor ain't that bad either.

But it ain't squishy. Oh my god-

I don't even know.

I don't wanna open my eyes or I'll officially be awake and that's the worst nightmare.

Worse than the one that woke me up. I don't remember what it was about but it was bad.

Maybe laying on a squishy floor is the real nightmare.

The last thing I remember is being at the hill park. Maybe that's where I am and that's why the floor is squishy and that's what's stabbing my arm.

I turn back over, too tired to give a fuck.

But I don't want people in the park seeing me sleep. I don't wanna get arrested for sleeping in a park. I sit up and see no grass at all.

Oh I'm in my parents home.

And I'm not on the floor.

I look at the time and it's 4 am.

Where is my cuddle buddy?

I look around the dark room before finding something on the wall that the bed is against. I'm too blind right now to read the paper.

Once I can see I take the paper and see fancy letters. Ooo it gives me 'I'm very fancy and know proper penmanship and can write overly lined letters' vibes. And it's written in red ink, I think.

Isn't this how people usually die in the horror movie? They read the mysterious note after waking up from a nightmare in the night. I'ma die.

I'm white and blondish though so it's ok. I read the paper.

'᭙ꫀꪀ𝓽 𝓽ꪮ ᦔꪮ 𝘴ꪮꪊꪶ 𝓽ꫝ𝓲ꪀᧁ𝘴. ᦔꪮꪀ'𝓽 ᭙ꪖ𝘬ꫀ ꪊρ ᥇ꫀᠻꪮ𝘳ꫀ 𝓲 ᧁꫀ𝓽 ᥇ꪖꪜ𝘬.

-ᥴ𝘳ꪖɀꪗ ꪑꪖꪀ ♡'

This is the cutest fucking thing ever and this is the first time I've ever seen his hand writing. I didn't even know he could write. I'ma keep this forever.

And I'ma make him teach me how to write better. My writing looks like a rat's that drank five gallons of beer and went on a rollercoaster 3 times then spun in circles for an hour.

I put it in my phone case and debate if I'll go back to sleep and act like I didn't wake up before he comes back or wait for him.

I have a tradition of waiting for him no matter what he says. I'll keep the tradition alive.

Now what the fuck do I do at 4 am?

Well first I get out of these crusty musty clothes and out on my pajamas. I could also clean the room but I don't wanna wake anyone.

I'll play Roblox.

Forget doing anything I actually have to do, Roblox is more important.

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I'm bored now. Maybe Athena is awake. I text her and watch YouTube while waiting for a response because I have no waiting skills.

I wanna take a shower but I don't wanna wake anyone up.

And I'm hanging halfway off my bed. The demons are gonna grab my feet. I'll just kick them in the face.

Either this is boring or I'm inpatient.

Both.

I'll read since no one is here to bother me about what I'm reading.

I opened the app and read about the main characters fighting for the first time. The tea is overflowing and it makes me so damn excited.

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I'm bored again. But at least it's 5 am.

I wanna tell him to come back but he has to do whatever he actually does. I went with him a few times but still don't know how it works.

I be too busy feeling sorry for the people.

Maybe I'll make a video since that takes a few hours. Whatever I filmed earlier isn't good enough but it's cute.

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I uploaded the video. The sun rose a while ago. I didn't have an adorably sleepy man next to me to admire the sunrise with.

So I watched it with Pikachu. Well I watched the room get brighter cuz there's curtains.

I'm still halfway off the bed and no demons grabbed me yet so someone's lying or the demons are sleeping better than me.

I want my manz back right now. Can I call him my manz? I don't even know if we're officially dating.

See, he has to be here so I can ask him.

And give him his hug. He always needs a hug. He is miserable if I don't give him a hug every time he comes back.

Maybe if I quietly chant come back it'll speed things up. He could be riding a giraffe for all I know so I gotta get him back.

I'm selfish. He has to do this and I want him to come back cuz I'm lonely. Everyone is right.

But who cares about everyone? They don't care about me so I don't care about their jealous single lonely crusty musty asses.

"Come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ...come back ... come back ... come back ...come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ... come back ..."

Now the words don't make any sense.

I could call him but there's no emergency. Does separation anxiety count as an emergency? It's not officially diagnosed but I got some kind of anxiety like that. Does it count?

It's almost 9 am. When did he leave? I wonder if he's okay.

Being worried about him is a good excuse to call, right? His well being is important enough to disrupt whatever he is doing right now.

I look around for the shiny light blue phone. I found it next to mine.

"Call Casimir," I tell the phone because that works. I don't know how to work it even though it's been weeks, he doesn't know either. And no one calls him death except for people.

So weird.

The call doesn't start, instead he appears in front of me.

"You scared meee," I squeak cuz I gotta stay true to my mouse identity.

He doesn't smile or anything like he normally does after scaring me. Oh this was a really really sad shift then. I open my arms, "come here my poor baby."

He gets on the bed and lays on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and he hides his face next to my neck on the right. I also run my hands through his messy hair.

Messy hair twins.

"You aren't supposed to be awake," his voice is muffled and sad, a bit of disappointment too.

Awww. "I gotta hug my manz when he gets back from work. Can I call you my manz? I wanna call you my manz."

He props himself on his left elbow and forces a smile, "you can call me whatever you want."

Yay. I put my hand on the side of his face and thread my fingers through his hair. "Tell me what happened?"

"You know what happened, the same thing that happens every second. Since life was created."

"But you're too sad, something else happened."

He just drags the edges of his nails up and down my side.

"Please? I wanna help you."

"You can't."

"Are you sure? I'm willing to do anything to help you not be sad. You're too nice to be sad."

"I'll tell you then later you take a shower with me."

Well that's a request, never thought he would say that. I haven't showered with anyone since I was 5 or 6. How would this work?

"When is 'later'? I can't agree with missing information."

"Tonight, whenever you take your shower."

I gotta be brave. This discussion is taking a lot out of me. I don't know why. Kinda lame since other people probably do this every day.

"How would it work?"

He smiles, "we get in the shower, we wash each other, dry off and I fix your hair. Then I praise your body with kisses because you are a goddess and we fall asleep."

That sounds so fuckin cute. Sounds like the friendlier version of what I read in stories.

For some reason everyone be fucking in the shower.

"Would we be naked?"

"If you want. It's all up to you."

That makes me happy for some reason. He's the only one that lets me decide on things. I'm so use to going along with whatever everyone else wants even if it makes me miserable.

He's the exact opposite. He gets sad if I don't tell him what I want or my opinion on his ideas of what to do.

I love having some type of control over my life.

"We should wear bathing su- oh wait, I don't have one. Ok we can wear normal clothes. We could get shower clothes! Oh that would be so cuteeeeee."

"Where would these 'shower clothes' come from?"

"Target." I've been wanting to go to Target anyways. It's so addicting.

"What time?"

"Right after you tell me what happened."

He sighs and lays on his side and pulls me against him and wraps his arms around me. So it's super serious too. What the fucking hell happened?"

"Yesterday on the 3rd, some horrible thing, I refuse to call a person, set 5 animal shelters on fire throughout the night."

My heart stops, "what?"

"Some creature trapped over 100 animals in 5 buildings and set them on fire."

That's so fucking sad. "What happened to the person?"

"It's in jail."

"For how long?"

"35 years."

"That's all?"

He nods, "don't worry, it will go to hell."

Him not recognizing the person as a person is kinda mean cuz they are a person but they're horrible.

I ain't got no right to judge anyways. I never do.

"Let's go to Target, I don't wanna be sad anymore." Those poor animals, rest in peace.

He kisses my nose and sits up, "I ran out of money. I can't pay for you this time."

I sit up too, he pulls me against him and wraps his arms around me and puts his nose in my hair. We're right on the edge of the bed.

"It's ok, I got some money."

I try to reach for my phone to see how much but he doesn't let me move.

"You can't keep me here forever."

"Want to bet?"

"Naur, I'm broke."

He runs his hand up and down my back, "I'm only messing with you."

"But I don't want you to pay for everything for me all the time. It's greedy of me. I should be paying you back actually."

It's nice but I can't rely on him for everything. Especially considering I go shopping for things I don't need.

"I should be slaying and paying for my own stuff like a girl boss. I ain't no gold digger. Me relying on you for every financial thing ain't it, chief. Low-key kinda rude of me."

His entire existence stops and he's com-fiber-bobbled. After what I swear is an hour he puts his elbow on his knee, trapping my leg, and the side of his head on his palm and looks at me so bewildered it's hilarious.

"What did you say? Your language is gobbledygook."

"What's gobbledygook?"

"Nonsense."

"What I said makes all the sense, that language is actually like 30 years old. People talk goofy these days. I talk like old people."

"You are dramatic."

"Nuh uh."

He picks me up and sets me on the floor like he's done with my 100% logical words. "Get dressed."

I look at him for a moment. I could have gotten off the bed myself.

My lazy ass appreciates it though.

I walk over to the closet and try to close the goofy vertical folding doors that have no knobs on the inside.

The struggle to close these doors is real.

He gets up and stands in front of me completely amused and puts his hands up on the wall above the closet. "You struggling to close the doors is adorable."

He has to know what he is doing. No one can innocently be this hot.

"You think me struggling to get some privacy is adorable?"

"Yes."

I'm shooketh. That's actually horrifying. I think he's messing with me, I don't know.

He pats me on the head and closes the doors with a reassuring smile. I look around in the dark for only half a second before the light is turned on. He walks away.

Oh well... that's nice.

More points for him to add onto all the other ones I lost count of every time he did something nice.