With wide eyes, I stood before my mirror, blunted ivories chewing at the delicate flesh inside my bottom lip out of nervous habit, while a blank stare was purposelessly shifting from each set of ebony frame adorning each eye. A slight adjustment of sable hues, and the leather bound diary, which held all my mindless secrets, would come into view through the mirror's reflection. The leather bound diary, which now held in it printed reason for my odd behavior this morning. Why I insisted on writing this the minute I woke up? Probably to torture future me with cruel reminders. You self destructive hussy.
The words I'd scribbled in cursive ebony print tauntingly replayed in my head, an almost mocking edge taken to the tone it was recited in, the navy leather staring right back at me with inanimate derision. "~... I still can't decide if the bonfire was a good idea. I ended up babysitting a drunken John Gilbert, and it wasn't too bad. His company was kinda nice, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about how he ended up in such a mess...~"
...Blah, blah, blah - John Gilbert is downstairs, on your couch. Not to add insult to injury, but you also made out with him. Kind of.
Inner me was right. I don't think how a /teenage boy/ got into a fight was my main problem right now. The unforgiving accompaniment of an incessant internal monologue elicited an exasperated groan to cascade out of rose-tinted petals that wouldn't uncoil from their grimacing state, and it was only the faintest sound of creaking wood that snapped me out of panicked reverie, a chocolate gaze flickering towards my door instinctively. A door that held nothing but promises of an awkward, most probably uncomfortable morning.
Drawing an unnecessarily deep breath in futile attempt to clear an erratic mind, a twist on my heel had me heading out of my bedroom, padded steps carrying me down the stairs in an almost apprehensive traipse. I should have thought this through before leaving the confines of my John-free bedroom - what do I say? Seraphic features accommodated a delicate frown as train of thought led to the reminder that there would not only be this morning, but also the journey to school. Together. Just.. That's just great.
The sight before me once I stepped into the living room puzzled me. There was the blanket, the cushion, but.. What?
Swift steps carried me around the house as I conducted a vague search. I wouldn't put it past John to be snooping, and yet the kitchen, bathrooms, and hallways only carried an empty, undisturbed air. It took only mere minutes to realise that John left. You have got to be kidding me.
That cheeky little bastard sneaked out.