Arriving home felt better. I am feeling sticky from the dried coffee that is on my skin so I go straight to the bathroom and take a long shower. I really do not know what showers do but they have such healing effects. After that, I look myself in the mirror for any sign that might tell me if I got a bad burn, but it doesn’t seem like it. Of course, I have a big red mark but I think that is going to heal pretty soon.
Thinking about today, I realize that the feeling I had this morning was warning me about this. And here I thought that I was going to catch a cold. Anyways, I feel pretty much exhausted from today’s turmoil. Gezzz, It was weird. Somehow I do not remember the face of this dude pretty well. I should not care about it, it is not like I am going to see him again.
Taking a nap would take away the stress from today’s events. I guess by the time I wake up, Karla is going to be at home.
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I am hearing some noise from downstairs. If it is not Karla, it must be a burglar.
“As if” I say while getting up and going down to see what all this noise is about. “Uhmm?” It seems the neighbors haven’t moved everything yet! Wow, they are slow or have a ton of stuff. Going downstairs is a surprise to me from what I see. Karla is dancing with a man I have no idea about.
“What are you doing?” Is the first thing I say. I didn’t say it in a bad tone or anything. it really is a question, no sarcasm here.
“Oh, Liam, you woke up.” Is the thing she answers.
“Umm yeah?” I am trying to be polite, but I am feeling the tickles in my tongue.
“Ahhh, this is Tom.” She says like If I were expected to be introduced to someone today.
“Hello Tom?” I have no idea who this dude is.
“Sup, bro” he didn’t just call me bro, right?
I just looked at my sister as if she had lost her mind. She knows perfectly well I hate to be called bro, like I am not your bro dude. For now, I am just staring at the two of them like I want this to be over. It is not that the dude looks like a bad person, it is more like our interactions would be weird.
“Ok, I think that I will be going for a glass of water” I say while I cross to the kitchen. One more minute there and we could have literally cut the tension.
I really needed that glass of water though. I suppose the walk to the mall is responsible for this thirst. Now, I am just waiting in the kitchen for some miracle because I feel socially awkward to just get out and see something.
*Click* Was that the door closing?
“What are you doing?” Karla says in a soft voice from behind me. I supposed Tom left.
“Mmm, I was just drinking a glass of water and you?” Why does it kinda feel awkward?
“I was dancing with Tom.” She says it like if I had not noticed.
“I am aware” I say while she goes for something in the refrigerator.
“Why were there clothes on the doorstep?” First of all, that was not smooth at all. I see that she is trying to change the conversation but learn to change it at the right moment. Anyways, I do not want to discuss any shit today so I answer to that by saying some idiot spilled a coffee on me this afternoon at the mall and well I tell her the whole story.
“Are you ok though?” She says it in a worried tone.
“Yes, I am. It was just frustrating. I had to wait so much for my project to be done…” OH MY FUCKING GOD, I left my project the moment I collided into that dude. Great, now I lost the thing that I needed for tomorrow. “Today has been the day” I tell Karla in a somber tone.
“Umm, what happened?” She asks.
“Nothing, nothing. I am just tired. I will go to sleep. Good night.”
“Ok, good night.”
I think today is one of those days where everything comes at once. I mean, it isn’t a lot but it affects me mentally in some way or another. Now what will I tell my teacher? I suppose nothing, it is college, you do not have excuses.
For now the best thing to do is sleep, if I can.
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The next morning, what wakes me up is the noise from the blender. Karla must be doing something so it must be time for me to get up. Today, the person that does the cleaning of the house comes. She is a nice lady that looks like a grandma. She has gray hair and wrinkles in the corners of his mouth and eyes. She has a short stature and robust figure that lets her do whatever she tries to accomplish. She is a woman of many talents. Don't misunderstand me!
I gotta get up and get ready. Tons of stuff to do today. For breakfast, is it something simple?
“Why were you using the blender if breakfast is this?” I ask Karla, who has a mischievous look on her face.
“Oh, was I?, I thought you were already awake” she has such a dumb face. I roll my eyes at her
I pick up one of the toast and bite it. Then, I drink a sip of orange juice and say.
“You are in a good mood, what is going on?” It is weird to see her like that on a Monday morning.
“Nothing.” Like hell, something is happening and she does not want to tell me. Alright, she’ll have to anyway.
“Ok, don't tell me. Soon you will.” I say that last phrase while going upstairs to get ready. Today, I am not gonna make a fuss about what I wear, just gonna pick up a hoodie and sweatpants. I remember I just lost my project and my mood goes down again.
Anyway, no time to lose. After getting myself dressed and ready, I pack the things I need for today, say goodbye to my sister and leave. I think I am gonna call an uber, I don't feel like walkin today. It takes about 5 minutes for the Uber to arrive. I tell the driver the address, he nods and leaves. I am still thinking about what I am gonna say. That I lost it? They won't believe that.
“Ummm” Time is nothing, the car arrives at the entrance of my university and I get out. There, I meet one of my friends. He is weird, not in a bad way though. I would describe him as bubbly most likely.
“Dude, where is your project?” I really do not want to talk about it.
“I lost it” He looks at me like I am incredulous or something. I don't think anyone would believe that.
“How did you lose it?” He asks in such a tone that irritates me. We are about to turn a corner when someone collides into me. Green eyes meet brown ones and…
“Hi, you forgot this yesterday” The man from yesterday says, while I look at my project in his hands.
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