Chapter 3 | Arthur's P.O.V | Strange Feeling
Last night, before I could sleep, I decided to message that America boy, Alfred, who I found yesterday online. It was 3AM and I hadn't managed to sleep due to unwanted thoughts in my head, so I decided to give it a go. Needless to say, for some odd reason, I fell asleep right away. After about three messages each, I fell asleep really easily, as if it relaxed me.
I didn't want to go to school again. I just wanted one more day off, maybe two. However long it took for me to find a friend who I can rely on, or more than just one. I feared, if I went to school for even another minute, I'd feel as though I've lost all meaning. Again.
As soon as I woke up, I noticed that I never replied to Alfred, so I immediately rushed to message him again and apologise. To my surprise, after I had fallen asleep, around an hour and a half later, he messaged me saying 'Sleep well Artie!'.
....? Artie? Is that a nickname of some sort, or is he perhaps making fun of me...? Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking things like that, I know he isn't making fun of me, of course I know that. It just seemed natural to assume so.
I sent him an apology message then replied to his nice message saying 'Also, I did sleep well. Thank you.' For some amazing reason, I could already tell that him and I would be friends. Or, at least, I really really wanted to befriend him.
I spent the entire day either reading books or checking my desktop computer as to whether or not Alfred had woken up. Now that I can see his profile, I had a look for myself.
He lives in Washington DC, which means that his timezone is GMT-4. Mine is GMT+1, making him 5 hours behind me. So, if he's going to school today, and he wakes up at 7AM, I just had to wait until midday here, which isn't so bad at all. Only another hour to go - I can't wait!
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