04

"If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends."

-Charlotte Brontë

There's this thing about your conscience, as long as its there, its always telling you what to do and most of the times, its actually right. It can make a pretty good friend if you let it.

Now don't be confused. Everybody's life can be boring sometimes, and for me that's mostly the case. So Me, being fond of pretty books and diaries came up with an idea. I got a bunch of notebooks and diaries i had sitting on the back of my shelves and put them in the bookshelf in the cafe near our house. I would write random stories and quotes in them and put them back there. It was just a mere act of fun but then some people, surprisingly actually read them. And some even responded to them, writing some quotes back and sometimes just a simple greeting.

I usually wrote down my thoughts down and sometimes asked questions too and not going to lie, it really did do some good. It's like the 18th century version of quora maybe.

I got to know many people this way, not their names but their thoughts and that's a stronger bond.

Now ofcourse, once or twice a journal got missing too but that's okay I guess. Atleast somebody might be using it.

This activity actually became pretty therapeutic, Costello being a small yet busy city allowed many people into the place.

I remember a stranger once writing that I had a way with words. That really did feel nice. Writing really did become something I dearly loved doing, till day.

"And another journal has been finished." I murmured to myself. "I'll take it to the cafeteria with me."

I got out of bed and made my way out of the room.

"Morning." I heard Tyler say.

I turned around , "Good morning, sleep well?"

"Yeah it was alright, you?"

"Oh yeah me too." There was no way I was gonna Tell him that I hardly had any sleep at all for I was binge watching anne with an e for the third time. Too bad there isn't going to be a season 4. It really deserves to have one.

I rushed my starving existence downstairs and made some lunch. Cheese and salad , here we go. Yeah okay this isn't exactly the lunch you make but more like grab but whatever. Every body else went to visit a relative. So it was just the two of us home and I definitely wasn't gonna cook for him.

"Want some Cheese??" I shouted loud enough so he could hear me from his room.

I heard some footsteps and then I could see the satanic sibling ready to head out.

"No thanks, I'm grabbing something to eat with my friends. Seeyou!"

"Suree have fun." I said as he closed the door shut.

I sat down on the couch and started changing the channels on tv hoping to find something worth watching. A documentary on Ted Bundy. Perfect

"What was it about the cheese again?"

"Wha- Mason, you were home?" I said slightly embarrassed. " I thought you went with everybody else." I added while muting the channel.

My apologies Mr.Bundy .

"Oh yeah I was supposed to but I slept pretty late and woke up just a while ago." He answered.

"Ahh, I see. I'd ask you if you were hungry but I honestly don't think you'd like salad or cheese. I'll order something."

"Oh no it's fine." He chuckled. " I'm fine with cooking."

"YOU'RE gonna cook?"

"Why not?"

"Can you cook?"

"Yeah sure."

"I'm gonna doubt your cooking skills but okay, let's see what we get "

"Well you better not for you're soon gonna have the best mac and cheese you've ever had." He flexed.

"I look forward to it, Then I'll be the judge."

*******

He wasn't wrong. Now I'm not saying that it was the best food I had ever tasted but it was pretty good. Aunt Laurice did him some good.

"I was actually a little surprised when mum told me that you guys were coming. " I blurted out of nowhere.

"Well yeah , it wasn't planned exactly. Dad said that he missed it here and school was off too so here we are."

"I see.."

That wasn't what I heard uncle Paul talking about. I'm sure there was a  reason...

His sudden interest in scrolling his insta feed told that he didn't want to continue on this topic so I tried changing the subject.

"School's starting soon. Will you join it here?"

"I don't know yet, let's see." He clearly didn't wanna have any conversation at all. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him about coming here in the first place. Damn woman you just have to make everything awkward.

"I'm out of data, what's the Wi-Fi password again?"

I laughed internally and told him. The last time they visited, the password was the first thing he asked about.

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