Alex is sitting on a black couch next to my bed. My head is resting on my study table, at the other corner of my room. While, I am trying to decide what to write for my speech for the presidential campaign, Alex is inspiring me to do so by giving me random facts on the history of our city, New York. Yes, that's quite helpful.

"Alex, well I appreciate for the knowledge that you are currently providing me but it's not helping me in any way," I say.

"How much more time would you take to complete this," he says annoyingly. "I am sure, that Mega-bitch won't win this campaign."

Mega-bitch, aka Megan Moore, is the last person I'd want to be alive on this planet. Alex and I hate her more than anyone in this entire dimension. The only job she has is to bitch around and conspire against literally everyone, hence the name. Also, she always speaks in this fake British accent which we extremely detest.

"I hope so," I reply to him. "Perhaps I'll do this later. Wanna grab a cup of coffee?"

"Its Starbie Time!" We both say in unison.

***

I usually order an espresso but Alex dared me to drink Pumpkin-spice Latte and so, I ordered a venti size of the same.

"If I finish this in forty seconds you would have to give me ten dollars," I say confidently.

"And if you don't?"Alex asks.

" I never loose,"I say.

Alex opens the stop-watch on his iPhoneX.

His phone was the thing that he loved more than anything else, of course except for his undying love towards Cole Sprouse. I still remember the day he bought it; the smile that crept upon his face was brighter than the sun and J Hope himself.

"Start!" He commands.

I try to gulp the drink as fast as possible. It tastes horrible, no offence, though. The spiciness in it is burning by throat but I don't stop. Each sip gives me a shiver throughout my body. After a few more gulps I pause for two seconds and endure drinking it until I have finished it.

" You just took thirty five seconds! That was so close," Alex says, who is still shook to the core.

" My ten dollars, mon ami," I say playfully.

" Fuck," he says while giving me the cash.

I grin, load enough to make the couple sitting on the table in front of us look behind and examine us with a frown on their faces, as if we were way far from being normal. But to my defence they were the ones who were shouting at top of their lungs at one second and then sticking their tongue into each others' mouths during the other. Yeah we aren't normal. Not normal at all if this is the way you define 'normal'.

"I think we should leave now."

"Yeah, okay. I don't seem to fancy those staring faces too," he replies.

***

We walk on the footpath, rating each guy passing by us, from the scale of one-to-ten. This was kinda our thing that we usually did whenever we were bored or whenever we needed to distract ourselves from the unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

A tall and fair masculine man, with blond hair passes by us. I notice the corner of Alex lips curling and turn around to look at him properly. I try not to disturb him but with my middle name being clumsy, I tripped over a rock, lying in the middle of the street, and fell onto the ground.

"H, you okay?" Alex looks at me with a concern on his face and helps me to get me on my feet.

"Yes, I guess, I must go home now; got to complete the speech," I say.

"Okay, let me give you a ride to your place."

"Thanks," I say sitting in his red mini-convertible.

Once I reach home, I go to my bedroom. Procrastination gets the best of me and I decide to laze on my comfy bed for a minute which coverts to fifteen minutes and soon I drowse into a sleep.

I wake by the abrupt shouts, later that day. I go downstairs and find my mother screaming at Noah at top of her lungs. My dad was standing beside my mother silently scrutinizing the matter, being mostly scared to not utter something to further enrage my mother.

"What's up guys?" I ask a bit too joyously than I intended to.

"Your dear brother broke into a fight with his dearest friend, in the middle of a street and got arrested by a dear policemen," my mother answers and leaves the conversation by storming off to the kitchen, probably to make the dinner.

''Noah, do you want to talk?" I say.

He doesn't reply to me and goes straight to his bedroom which he usually calls his den. I decide not to intrude him right now and come to the conclusion that he probably needed some rest. I take his dinner to his room but he says that he isn't hungry at all, so, I leave the lasagna on the table, in hope that he will eat it if he felt hungry.

After returning from Noah's bedroom, I go and sit on the dining table. Dad and mom are already there.

While my dad is busy gorging on the freshly made lasagna, mom is looking at her plate and continuously giving little shrugs of despair. Nobody speaks during the dinner. Everybody eats silently. I missed the fun that we always have during the dinner. I missed Noah although he was just on the floor above.

***

I am lying on my bed, gazing at my white ceiling, thinking for some ideas for the disquisition. I was so indulged in my work that I don't realize my phone beeping at the edge of the bed. I open the lock-screen of my iPhone and discover that I have over ten unread messages and five missed calls. All of the messages are from Alex along with all the missed calls.

ALEX
5:06 p.m. - Why are you not answering my calls?

5:10 p.m. - May I come over at your place right now?

5:45 p.m. - Why aren't you even replying to my texts?

6:47 p.m. - Are you alright? Don't tell me that you have been kidnapped by that Mega-Bitch!!

6:50 p.m. - DON'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE IN THIS MISERABLE WORLDDDD

6:59 p.m. - Come back, H.

7:00 p.m. - Come

7:00 p.m. - Back

7:00 p.m. - !!!!!!

9:30 p.m. - K, that's it. I am coming right away at your house!

As I read the messages, I start to sense the trouble I would have to face.

In order to prevent it, I text him at the speed of 100 km/hr.

9:31 p.m. - No, there is no need. I am fine. I was just having some family crises recently and so I was unable to attend your calls and reply to your texts.

9:33 p.m. -Oh! You scared the shit out of me. I really thought that MB has kidnapped you. Good Night! XOXO

  9:35 p.m. - LMFAO! Good night! XX H                                                                                                                        

After sending this text, I put my phone on charging, wear my pajamas and lay on my bed for a sound sleep.

The next day I wake up by the buzzing of my alarm. I swear, sometimes I feel as if to murder my alarm clock. It's buzzing early in the morning is torture worse than that of the Hitler's.

I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth. I was going to prepare the bath tub for a hot water bath but then I remember that I have school today and so I take a hot shower instead. I decide to wear a graphic band tee with a denim jacket upon it, and paired it with my black yoga pants and Adidas.

Yoga pants are literally the best and the comfiest things ever created by the mankind. You can literally wear them anywhere- at school, gym, movies and even in bed.

Before going downstairs for breakfast, I ensure that there is no further howling to contaminate my pleasant mood. I steadily move to the kitchen and find my mother preparing a meal and my dad already eating his.

"What is there for breakfast, chef?" She always likes it whenever I call her chef while she is indulged in her cooking.

"I made my special- blueberry waffles and oats,"my mom replies grinning.

I start to eat my breakfast, which is indeed very delicious. I finish it quickly and go to Noah's bedroom to check upon him.

"FOR THE LAST TIME- I am fine dad. I don't want to talk to anyone," Noah shouts as I knock on the door

"It's me, Haley. May I come in?" I say in a calm voice.

"I am not sure if I am in a mood to talk to anyone," he says in an irritated tone.

"Well, if you talk to me about the previous night, you might feel better. Are you sure you want me to leave?"

"Yes!" He practically shouts this time.

Now it was time for me to be aggressive. Why does he have to be so rude to people who care about him? We both share everything with each other but now he has just shut me out. I leave him alone and leave my home in a hurry, as I realize that I have school today. I call Alex to tell him to pick me up from my house.

"Hey Alex, can you pick me up for school?" I ask.

"Isn't Noah dropping you to school?"

"No...he is not well."

"Okay! Be there in five."

After ten minutes instead of five, Alex reaches. He is wearing his plain black V-neck shirt with ripped blue jeans.

"You're late but I am forgiving you this time. If you are late again, I am afraid Mr. Johnson, I would have to fire you," I say, in a very exaggerated British accent.

"I am really sorry, Ms. Brooke. I ensure you that I would never be late for work again," he says continuing the act as I sit in the car.

We enjoy the impeccable ride to the school and sing Harry Styles' songs all the way.

When we reach school, we firstly check our time-tables. I am having history, while Alex is having chemistry in the first period. As we are grieving upon our time-tables for not having a single class together today, the bell rings.

"See ya at lunch!" He says.

"I will miss you," I say.

"Aw...are you in intense love with your gay best-friend,"said a person standing behind me, I recognize the voice immediately. It is Megan. "Well, I am having a party tomorrow night at my place and I would be glad if you will come," she ends the sentence a little annoyingly. "You can also bring your imaginary boyfriend as your date. I don't mind."

A surge of anger rushes through my body. And without once considering my thought I punch her hard in the face and she lets out a cry in agony.

But as my fate seriously hates me, my principal saw me punching Megan and gives both of us a detention.

"My day couldn't have possibly gone worse." I whisper to myself.

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