My eyes shifted from my blank, white wall to the open window next to my bed. Street lamps flickered from on to off and the birds began chiming their dreadful song. The sun began to awake from its slumber and rise high in the sky. It peeped through the curtains, burning my exhausted eyes.

The sleepless night had won.

As much as I wanted to hibernate in my own bed, alas there were too many things to be done today. Gathering up all the strength that my body could muster, I sat up and headed towards the kitchen. Ty was gone of course; he had classes early in the morning. All he left behind was an empty box of Honey Nut Cheerios and a bowl that still had milk in it.

Great, now I have nothing to eat. I always told Ty to stay away from my cereal (he has his own: Frosted Flakes), but unfortunately my words simply tumble from one ear and out the other.

I tossed the empty box into the trash can and proceeded to wash the bowl. The milk slowly curdled down the drain, causing me to gag in disgust. I'm pretty sure milk should go down smoothly and not be chunky. I put aside the washed bowl in the drying rack and headed towards the fridge. I gazed at the milk and looked at the expiration date. Of course, it had expired a two weeks ago in September. Ty is disgusting.

I took the milk and downed the rest into the drain. It smelled disgusting—like blue or old cheese and curdled loudly. I took no hesitation to toss that out into the trash as well.

Now the fridge was nearly empty. Not only do I have to drop by the library, I additionally have to go to the supermarket to buy actual food. I sighed. My stomach growled angrily at me in response. If I didn't have any decency, I would have stolen his cereal. Unlike him, I respect another person's things.

So, I headed back to my room to change my clothes. I still wanted to look presentable, so I grabbed my brown trench coat and threw it over my gray, paint stained pajama shirt. I changed from pajama pants to black jeans, then threw on a black beanie. I didn't bother to gel my hair since I didn't want to be outside in the first place. The beanie slouched on my head.

I headed out the door, shutting it behind me. I was about to take the elevator down to the lobby, but then I had the utter realization that:

A) I forgot my car and house keys.
B) I also forgot my phone.
C) My damn wallet.
D) How could I even leave without my shoes?

I groaned with the realization that I would have to face the fury of the landlord—something that I was not looking foreword to. I reached into my pocket, holding my breath and praying that I had my spare key. My prayers were slightly answered as I pulled out a couple bobby pins. Oh, that's right, Shelby gave me this jacket.

I've never picked locks before, so going down on my knees and shoving a bobby pin into the keyhole, then proceeding to jiggle it furiously, looks pretty stupid. After a good two minutes, the lock finally gave up and the door opened. I sighed with relief as I rushed inside, practically slamming it behind me. I lost motivation to go to the supermarket.

I headed back to my room and picked up my car keys and wallet from the nightstand. Then, I headed towards my drawer to grab some socks. I didn't care what socks I took since they were bound to be mismatched anyway. I quickly put them on and headed towards my closet. I decided to put on the black converse shoes that didn't really fit me anymore. They were tight and made my feet thump, but again, I didn't really care. Fashion, am I right?

I headed out the door and decided to take the stairs down to the lobby. I lived on the third floor, and knowing my bad luck the elevator would probably fail on me. I wasn't letting that happen today. I reached the lobby, sweating, and quickly headed out those glass doors. The chill, dry air was refreshing against my skin. I've been sweating so much lately, is this normal?

I headed towards the parking lot and looked for my car. Since I didn't have that much money, my parents bought me a car—as a surprise. I got it last year, which was a relief since I didn't have to walk everywhere. It was a white 2013 chevy impala. I didn't really like it, but it's better than nothing. I eventually found the car, unlocked the door, and started the engine.

My first priority was to buy the groceries. I drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the nearest Walmart. It was a blur of panic and rushing down the aisles. I was never really good in public settings—especially with strangers. With one on one conversation, I could easily manage it. An ocean of people? Expect me to projectile vomit and burst into tears.

After that fiasco was concluded, I made sure all the groceries were snug in the trunk. Now it was time to go to the library and hope that librarian finished reading the book Ty needed. What was it called again—Lord of the Flies? Yeah, something along the lines of that. I headed towards the front seat and started the engine again.

I didn't know how to get to the library from Walmart, so I had to drive all the way back to the apartment complex. From there, I managed to piece together which road I should go down on, and where to turn. Hopefully there was a parking lot, because yesterday I didn't remember seeing one. I knew I could just park on the road, but parallel parking was my worst enemy.

Of course, there was no parking lot. There was a parking meter, signifying I had to drop in some coins just to stay there for an hour. I grumbled as I was barely able to parallel park on the side of the street. I stepped out, locked my door, and dropped eight quarters into the parking meter. Two dollars down the drain just to stay at the library for an hour.

I mean, it could have been a bit more expensive, but what right do I have to complain?

I crossed the street in a hurry, then bolted toward those glass doors. I pulled them open to be greeted with that blasting warmth. It was practically a sauna in here. I wanted to ask why the heater was, well, so hot, but then again it might just be my irregular sweating problem.

Nothing in the library really changed. Part of me expected there would be something different, out of place perhaps, since it was early in the morning. Yet, here I was, astonished to see a human-less building with the same assortment of shelves filled with aging books. I mean, it smelled like cinnamon, but that doesn't really count as something different.

"Oh, here already?" A voice peeped. The same brunet from yesterday poked his head out from one of the aisles of shelves. I nodded, my Adam's apple bobbing. He spoke so swiftly, almost as if he wasn't in the mood to talk, "Did you expect I'd finish the book last night? Or, by this morning?"

"Kinda," I frowned, impulsively nodding my head again. "I'm assuming that you're not done."

"And right you are," he shook his head. "You can leave if you want. I'm probably not going to be done until tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning. I appreciate your commitment to this, however."

"I'll stay," I concluded, deciding to not let those eight quarters not go to waste.

"You'll—" he paused, taken by surprise, "you'll stay?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's nice and quiet in here. Also it's warm compared to outside, and it smells nice. Not like I was going anywhere, or doing anything, important today," I lied straight to his face. Well, what I said was half true. I truly wasn't going anywhere today, but I had some important commissions to do. Since I'm not paying rent anymore [for the next six months], and the deadline for each commission is in a couple weeks, I figured I could have time to waste here.

The librarian didn't reply. Instead, he went back to assorting books on the bottom shelf. I guess it was routine for him to not have anyone stay in the afternoons. I mean, it was a weekday and people did have things to do (such as school or work). I happened to not be one of those people.

After standing at the door for a good four minutes, I decided to get lost in the aisles of books and pretend to be looking at each title. Again, I could care less about reading. I'm an artist, not a bookworm. Maybe there were comics around here. I was an avid follower of Doom Patrol, but does looking at pictures and some speech bubbles really count as reading?

"Looking for anything in particular?" I was caught off guard and shook in surprise. There stood the brunet, holding a plethora of books in his arms. "Also, can you put this book on the top shelf for me, right next to War and Peace? I can't reach that high."

He passed the book to me and I placed it in its specific spot. He smiled with gratitude, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I murmured. Hopefully he heard me.

"Also, do you mind helping me put back these books as well? They're all on really high shelves, and since you're tall—"

I chuckled, "I don't mind."

I swear, his smile went from ear to ear. I followed him around the library putting books up on high shelves for him. He sounded like the intelligent type since he rambled on and on about each book he passed to me. They all had interesting plots to them. If I had the time, I would read them. He finally passed me the last book and we finished the whole pile in his arms.

"Thank you for the help," he chuckled again, but then grimacing, "sorry if I talk too much."

"No, it's okay," I smiled, "I like listening to you talk. You sound smart. Say, what's your name?"

His face turned a cherry red, "S-Seto."

"Seto?" I said, thinking aloud. It was an unusual name, a unique one at best. "What a pleasant name. I'm Brice."

I put my hand out for him to shake. He hesitantly shook it. His hand was extremely smooth, boney, and cold compared to my chubby, calloused, and sweaty hands. I really hoped he didn't notice my practical sweating problem. After an awkward thirty seconds, we finally stopped shaking our hands. It looked as if he sighed with relief.

"I'm going to go read that book," Seto said as he strolled towards the counter. I didn't bother to follow behind him. I grabbed the nearest book I saw, which happened to be a book by the name of "The Grapes of Wrath." I didn't bother to question the ridiculous title and just went to sit down at the brown circular tables. Seto eventually came, speed walking, and sat across from me.

The silence and heat was killing me. I opened the book and forced myself to read. I'm pretty sure it's already nearing four o'clock, and I'm also pretty sure my car has been towed by now. I didn't want to be rude and peer out those glass doors to check my car since the clock was simply right above the doorframe. At this point, I might as well have fallen asleep.

But then again, I did have human decency. So, I stayed glued to that chair and continued to read a book that I had completely no interest in just to keep the brunet some company. My overall intentions? I have no idea either.

I'm going to kill Ty when I get home.