I stayed up late with last minute packing. Joe just went to bed the jerk. When I finished I sighed heavily crawled into bed. I thought up the routine tomorrow. Get up, get dressed, brush teeth, pack PJs and toothbrushes, check out, leave. Our plane left around 1:00 so we had to be at the airport by 11:30 at the latest which meant we had to be up around 9:00 if the airport was and hour away just to be safe. That meant we had to leave around 10:00-10:30. We should be good. I curl up in a ball on my side of the bed breathing. I replayed what we did over the trip. I don't think it was wasted at all. Suddenly Joe turned over in his bed unconsciously wrapping his arm around me. I didn't complain. I fell asleep to the warmth of his arm.

The next morning went swimmingly. No problems encountered. At the airport we got food.

"When are you leaving for Chicago?" I asked with a mouth full.

"A week." Joe replied also with a mouthful.

"Ugh."

"It'll only be for a little bit, then I'm coming right back."

"You must really like planes, or jet lag, you're always going places."

"Yeah coming from Chicago and back is a little tough but always worth it."

I puff my cheeks out in a little smile before out gate was called. The plane ride was just as entertaining as on the way here. I watched two movies on the tablet thing: Iron Man and The Breakfast Club. I slept for the rest of the time although Joe fell asleep too so we were both leaning on each other. The ride back way felt faster. I never knew why. At the airport Meredith and Brian picked us up.

"Where to waitress?" Brian grinned. I was kinda loving the waitress nickname.

"Home I need a nap."

When I got home I did just that. Napped. Then made food. Then napped. Evanna came home from Denny's. I wondered if they "played another board game." I didn't have enough energy to ask so I went to bed.

It was roughly a week after. I woke up and not really feel like getting out of bed. I decided to go on twitter to get the latest news. Apparently something was storming it. I read closer. I couldn't believe it. A second later Evanna bursted through my bedroom doors.

"Don't read-!" But it was too late. I found out that Cory Monteith was dead. I bursted into tears instantly.

"Dooooonnn'ttttt stoooppppp beeeelllliiieeeevvvveeennnn" I sobbed into the cushions of the couch. "Hold on to that feeeeellllinnngg." I cried again. I ate another scoop of ice cream. I didn't believe it. Cory wasn't gone he wasn't. He wouldn't leave us all behind like that. He couldn't just die. Tears weld up in the corners of my eyes again. I rocked back and forth. I refused to believe it. I heard someone come into the apartment when I pressed the replay button of my remote.

"How long as she been like this?" Said a voice. I didn't care to try to make it out.

"4 hours." Said Evanna's voice. I thought. Maybe.

"Just watching the same episode?"

"Yep."

I sniffled as I hugged my pillow closer.

"Anna?" It was Joe!

"Joooeeee." I sobbed. I plopped my face in his lap.

"Anna you know this is my last day in LA right? I have Twisted tomorrow." Without speaking I just hugged him closer.

"Did you just want to watch the first episode of glee all day." I nodded

"And the season finale of season 3." I whispered.

He patted my head.

"Okay."

So we did. We watched it while I cried. Again. And again. And again. I'd fallen asleep after watching the season finale three times. I wailed every time Finn raced after Rachel. I cried when that episode was released. I was complete waterworks now. But I had fallen asleep in Joe's lap, my eyes still wet with tears. At the end of the day not all of those tears were about Cory. Though most of them were.

The next morning was the same old thing. I drove the gang to the airport, though this one was full of life. Twisted was starting and everyone was excited. I was excited too but I was still pretty sore about Cory. I tried not to show it. The goodbyes were brief and happy. It wouldn't be long like the other trips. They have been practicing a lot here it was just getting everything else together. He said he would be gone for three months tops most likely two and a half. I could live with that. After they left I went home and finished the ice cream. The ice cream done I did something I haven't done in a while. I read a book. I've read them every so often now but with my life being a little wild I hadn't really got the chance. So I read. And read. I brought my book to work. Once I finished that one I read another. And another. I read the Percy Jackson series again, a mixed collections of the Harry Potters ( PoA, DH, and HBP) the Catcher in the Rye, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Enders Game, all of John Green, the Niki Heat series (a book series from the show Castle that I watched) and the Hobbit. I read for weeks. I didn't do anything else but read except when I ate (which was also my social network hour) slept and went to work and even when I went to work I had my book. I missed reading. Out couch was littered with my books. I now made daily trips to my library were try always had a used book sale. I got so comfortable at Barnes and Nobles that I placed my stuff in a chair and walked around the store barefoot like it was my home. Evanna got concerned but she would always try to stop me when I was at a good part! This went on for four weeks. It was like training for a marathon. I was able to read Perks of Being a Wallflower in a matter of two and a half hours. When I came home from the bookstore one day clutching my new fantasy book called the Alchemist. When I entered in the apartment however there was an intervention banner above the TV. Denny was at Evanna side with a plate of cookies.

"Anna...honey...we think that you might be reading too much."

I press my book closer to my chest and gripped it tightly.

"I-I'm not reading too much. You're reading too much!" Okay so it wasn't my best comeback.

Evanna and Denny looked at each other.

"Denial." They said in unison. Evanna inched toward me very carefully.

"Anna...sweetie..." She attempted. I couldn't breath. I wasn't crazy. They were crazy. I just enjoyed reading all the time. That was all. It was okay. Then I couldn't breathe.

"I just like literature!" I screamed before I darted to my room. I quickly slammed the door and locked it.

And in that moment I swear I was insane.