I'm sweaty. I'm tired. I just attempted to parallel park 7 times before giving up and parking in the back alley. Hopefully, nobody saw that. It's, like, 9 pm. I went over to Nicky's house around 11 am and it's now 9. Jesus. I swear, we don't even do anything - how did so much time manage to fly by? All well.

I love hanging out with Nicky. She has a dog who is absolutely adorable. Her parents are super sweet and super cool. I'm on a first name basis with them - Nicky thinks it's weird. Nicky also has her own room outside of the house. It's a little room in the corner of their backyard. The old owners of the house used it as, like, a little sunroom/shed. When Nicky moved in, her parents didn't know what to do with and none of her siblings wanted it, so Nics claimed it.

I think it's cool. Nic's parents fixed it up and it's actually pretty cute. The only bad thing about it is, obviously, since it's not connected to the house, it doesn't get air conditioning (or any heating, for that matter). Unfortunately, we're in a middle of a heat wave and Nic's room is frickin hot! Like, this is what hell feels like hot.

Which is why when that sweet, sweet air conditioning hit me in the face as soon as I walked into my house, I almost cried tears of joy. I could kiss whoever invented air con. Lifesaver. I notice when walking through the house that my parents are still not home.

I head to my room just to flop down on my bed. God, I'm exhausted. I should probably go to sleep. Nah. Instead, I get up and get myself some yogurt. Whatever shall I do? I feel - I don't even know - restless. Like, I know I want to do something, but nothing sounds fun. Ughhh.

I know I don't just want to sleep and there's not much my parents would allow me to do at 9 at night. I don't want to read fanfiction because there's nothing new posted. I don't want to listen to music because it's the same songs over and over again. I don't want to watch Netflix because nothing interests me.

Well…

Nothing but The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.

"Might as well." I think to myself as I force myself to stand back up and head to my T.V. With my yogurt and remote in one hand, I press the power on button and take a few steps back to get a better look at my T.V. I was about to press "guide" on the remote to go to Netflix when I noticed Netflix was already on the screen, the first episode of The Originals ready to be played.

Oh yeah. The sleepover with Brady. It must have stayed up from this morning even though I shut the T.V. off. Usually, it just goes back to the main menu, but all well. Since it was already up, I decided I'd just watch The Originals. I pressed play and sat down on the edge of my bed.

Loading. Loading. Loading.

I checked my snapchat. Ate some more of my yogurt.

Still loading.

Jesus. Fucking router. It always glitches. Watch - the wifi will give out in a minute too. Maybe mom forgot to pay the bill? I grab the remote and try just going back to the main menu. Guess I'll just watch whatever I can find. Well, I will whenever this fucking thing loads. It won't even let me go back to the main menu now. It's just stuck on the little Netflix loading circle thing.

Come on. Stupid thing.

Fuck it. Guess I just will go to sleep. I get up and throw my yogurt in the trash can and walk back over to my T.V. and press the power off button. Once, twice, three times.

Are you fucking kidding me? Now, the damn T.V. won't even turn off!

"Turn off!" I yell, vigorously pressing the stupid off button over and over again. Still nothing. I hate this fucking T.V.

"Fine. Ugh!" I slam my fist down on the top of the T.V., kind of what I did this morning. But harder. Guess I'll just go to sleep with the damn thing still on.

I take off my sneakers and throw them to the floor. I'm already wearing sweats and a comfy shirt. I don't dress up when hanging with friends unless we're actually going somewhere. So, I just crawl into bed and turn on my fan.

What should I do tomorrow? Brady spent the night Friday, so I doubt his parents will let us hang out tomorrow. When hanging out with Nics today, she mentioned she already had plans for Sunday. Maybe I'll clean my room? Ha, yeah right. Maybe I'll find some - what the hell is that?

I sit up and immediately get blinded. Jesus, I don't remember that T.V. being this bright! Oh my god. I squint and put my hand to my forehead, trying to see. There's this noise - this static. I heard it a little while laying down but now, sitting up, it's so much louder. It's almost like it's increasing in volume.

I stand up and walk towards my T.V. That's where I think it's coming from. God, I can't see anything! That's it - I'm unplugging that fucking dinosaur of a television before it explodes or catches on fire.

I'm almost to my T.V. when I trip over one of my sneakers. Probably shouldn't have just thrown them in the middle of my floor, but in my defense - it also doesn't help that I literally can't see anything but this fucking bright light! I brace myself for the fall and hold my arms out in front of me in attempt to catch myself. When I hit the floor, my chin bangs against the ground and I hear this loud POP!

I scramble to my arms and knees and still for a second. With my eyes closed, I try to feel for any pain, just in case that loud pop I heard was a bone breaking. But other than my now throbbing chin, I feel fine. Oh god - what if the T.V. really did explode?!

I open my eyes and rush to my feet. I actually get light headed from standing up so fast. I close my eyes again until that feeling is gone. When I open them, I'm immediately confused.

I'm staring at a wall. But not my wall.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : So, after posting chapter 3, I got really motivated to work on this story. I know I said I was focusing on ANYWAYS, but...this is just kind of how my motivation works. It just comes and goes randomly. That doesn't make any sense. I can't really explain it. I'm sorry.

I do want to pick a story and focus on it, and solely it. I just don't know which story to focus on. One day, I'm really into writing ANYWAYS, another day I'm really into writing I GET IT NOW. I'm just a really lazy person.

Also, to the reader who asked what was the point of me writing this when I said I was more focused on my other story - I write for fun. I get these random urges to write and I do just that. And to answer your other question, ANYWAYS is not a klayley story. It's kind of my own version of Hope. I'm terrible at little summaries. Anywho - thanks for reading tho. :)

This is also a short chapter - Sorry again.