I was wearing a tea pink coat.

I was smoking.

I was barefoot.

I made a friend. .

A homeless friend, If I might add.

He was sitting beside a trash bin and weeding his way through the world.

In other words, he was smoking weed.

My friend was in his 20s , his hair was all brassy and lifeless but his smile wasn't. He had one of those toothpaste smile that brightens up the whole world.

Did I mention he was feeding a cat too? It was kinda strange because the fat one eyed cat would growl and my friend would feed it.

Then the fat cat would growl again.

And my friend would make it smell weed and laugh like a wicked witch.

"Told ya he would love it!" My friend, Liam, grinned.

The fat cat was getting cross eyed. I think it was getting high.

Do cat get high?

"You didn't tell meh your story?" Liam asked, squinting his eyes as he looked up at me.

I was standing because I didn't want to get near the high cat.

I took the nicotine deep in my throat until my lungs wheezed.

"My best friend's girlfriend saw my dick."

Liam scrunched his face and then with an oh , he started to laugh. His laugh sounded like a lawn mower but I didn't say anything.

"Didja hear it , one eye?" He grinned at the cat who was swaying a bit. Not like Liam noticed. " It's a dick story!"

So the cat was called one eye, I assume?

"I didn't know what to do so I came here . ." I shrugged while stopping my Brain from replaying that scene again and again.

God ! I hate getting embarrassed! I hate it when my brain repeat telecast all those incidents! Sometimes I feel brain is our worst enemy. Like a fucking witch who mixes everything in a cauldron and laugh at our expanse like MWAHAHAHA! And she feeds us those incidents that we want so desperately to forget!

How will I ever face Taylor? How will I ever erase everything ? How will things ever get normal?

Life is such a fucking bitch!

Just when things are going good, shit happens! Just when you feel like the king , life kicks you in the nuts!

"It's going to be okay. Don't sweat it." Liam said, his eyes barely open.

"Yeah . . " My heart warmed a little when he said it's gonna be okay.

I love those people who tells you "it's gonna be okay." They are genuinely kind. Four small words can make someone's day , you know.

Like it made mine.

I could feel that tiny smile creeping up on my face.

Here was a guy, a homeless guy, with a one eyed cat , . . a guy who probably had no money on him but he made my day because all of sudden my heart felt lighter. .

And i realized just because shit went down didn't mean my life was over.

Teenagers tend to overthink and over everything which is lame.

Because. .

In the end. . . It's gonna be okay.

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"Where did you go Val?!" Chloe cried out. " We were worried."

"Not me. She was." Reece said.

I took a deep deep breath. I can do it!

"I'm sorry for err. . flashing you, Chloe. You're like my sister and I would never flash my dick at my sister. I'm not that kind of guy. It's just that I was about to get down with Taylor but -"

Aw shit!!

I wasn't supposed to say that!

Reece literally turned his God damn neck in slow motion at me.

Chloe slapped a hand on her mouth.

I was acting like a fish out of water.

"Are you telling me Taylor is upstairs?" Chloe gaped.

"Yup." I said , my neck turning beet red.

"Oh man! You're blushing dude. Get a life!" Reece visibly cringed.

If Osama Bin Ladin was alive, I would have purchased a missile just to drop it on Reece's head!

"Shut the fuck up..." I mumbled, getting even more red.

"Reece! Don't be mean. " She turned at me." You should go upstairs and apologize. You can't leave a girl like that Val." Chloe pursed her lips.

I swear I didn't have any answer so I just nodded and went upstairs while Reece cracked up on me.

"He was red! The fucker was blushing like Mickey mouse pants!"

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I was standing in front of the door.

I swallowed, my Adam apple going up and down every 3 seconds.

To be honest, this door looked like that red door in the conjuring . I could picture the fog leaking out of the door.

"Back to earth Val!" I said out loud.

I can be easily distracted.

Should I Knock?

When a girl is pissed off, do you Knock or just go ahead?

May be I should knock because I did a wrong deed and I wanted to be forgiven and hence I should act like a gentleman.

So, I knocked.

3 times.

5 times..

To hell with being a gentleman!

I opened the door with a loud bang and stepped inside.

Oh man! My heart was exploding! Damn. . .this love is no joke i tell ya! All the feelings jumbles and tangles with each other like earphones! So hard to separate!

When I turned around, she was sleeping.

Oh.

Do I wake her or do I not?

I should just spend the night watching her . . How her hair is splayed on the pillow, her eyes fluttering, her lashes sparkling, her skin dazzling. . .

I didn't know I stop breathing.

I took in a lung full of oxygen and then with a happy heart, I went in my bathroom. Changed, did my toothbrush, put some cologne.

Everyone wants to smell nice, don't judge.

Then I made my way towards the bed and I just made my place beside her. She was occupying more than half of the bed but I didn't mind. I made my nest beside her.

I was kinda jammed in but she's the lady of my heart. Everything is for her.

No I wasn't touching her.

I didn't want her to think like I was taking advantage of her sleeping, so I just. . .watch her sleep.

And realized what a lucky man I'm.

And how will I apologize when she wakes up?

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