Chapter One

I roll casually over in bed as my alarm buzzes aimlessly beside me, it should know by now that its loud droning does nothing in the effort to wake me up, my own mind does that, about three hours prior to now. Suffering from insomnia isn’t all it’s cracked up to be; sometimes I just don’t understand why teenagers feel the need to pull all-nighters when they always result in an exhaustion that seems incurable. I’ve never felt that exhaustion truly though so to each their own. In the past three hours I’ve contemplated what I have to do today, Wednesday, and I’ve come up with no plausible answer besides lay on the couch watching shitty TV and eating pre-packaged meals. I internally vow to do something worthwhile, whatever that may be, but my thoughts run blank on any possible activity that could fulfill that promise.

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Chapter Two

The rest of my time at the Wash and Dry was spent uneventfully. When the laundry was done I didn’t even bother folding it, instead just tossing it into the basket before exiting the building. My mind kept flitting back and forth between the fact that my parents were going to call today and that boy named Callum. I didn’t even notice the trash in the streets or the noise of the traffic as I walked back home which is surprising considering the fact that normally I am extra-aware of these things. The sun is reflecting off of the designer sunglasses I found in the bottom of the laundry basket and decided to wear even though I don’t really know who they belong to but that’s not really a big deal to me as long as it’s not panties or bras.

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Chapter Three

No more than fifteen minutes later, the knock I have been waiting for for what seems like an eternity finally comes. I walk by the full-length mirror that is leaning haphazardly against the kitchen counter on my way to the door, just to double check that I look okay. Before opening the door I take a couple of deep breaths in an effort to calm myself down but that doesn’t really work so I guess I’m just going to have to play it cool.

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Chapter Four

Opening my eyes to a pitch black living room, still curled up in Callum’s arms, I glance over to the DVD player clock and squint until the red numbers come into focus, 2:47 AM. I’m perfectly content spending the rest of the night in this position so I grab the throw blanket off the top of the couch and cover the both of us, drifting back into a peaceful slumber.

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Chapter Five

We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon uneventfully. An entire disk of the Twilight Zone and one spin of Brand New’s the Devil and God are Raging Inside Me later, we find ourselves here, on the couch, sitting on opposite ends with the remote between us. We had settled into that perfect silence, with just the sounds from the outside world coming in, until Callum’ stomach decided to ruin it. I stifle a laugh and glare in his direction.

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