Chapter 130

I would have actually expected staying at home to be something of a more disastrous venture, but yet I find it is totally harmless.

What am I saying?. I am freaking out here, I'm guessing my words are right and wrong at the same time.

I had thought staying at home would be something as disastrous as us getting drunk while playing truth or Dare, but yet nothing of the such is happening.

Nothing remotely disastrous is even happening in here, we have been in my room for the past hour now doing nothing but listening to Scott munching on Oakley's chips, while she gives him dirty eyes.

We have been doing nothing but sitting down, idling about and looking at the little hummingbirds flying outside as we just revel in the beauty of the morning. 

I seem to realise with something of morbid fascination that I also have a balcony in my room. I feel almost ashamed of this fact, the fact that I have never noticed something so beautiful was also attached to my room. It looked bad and unkempt, and so I had to coax Scott into helping me clean it.

The cleaning was actually something stressful though as I don't really think I've never done such manual labour in my life. Scott made sure I swept the whole place and mopped it clean, and all the while he sat down munching on chips and drinking the largest bottle of Coke I have ever seen, I was busy sweeping all the leaves and dirt that the old willow tree in the compound seems to deposit on my balcony.

I think that is the reason that I have never used it before, I'm sure one of these days I would have seen it, but yet the moment I saw the leaves and the disorganised way the place looked, I would have immediately banished the thought of having anything to do with it from my mind.

It seems nice enough now though, nice enough that we actually get chairs and place it outside so we can breathe In the morning air. The breeze that blew bore something of a cold essence to it, and it makes me remember a rainy night, a rainy night which I had arrived at the gates to this same house broken and hopeless.

That further makes me remember someone else, it makes me remember someone who was kind enough to give me his umbrella while he walked off in the rain. I almost feel like someone experiencing something of nostalgia at this point.

I remembered exactly how much I had hated Clay after this moment, but yet, now the memory seems to bring something of a pleasant smile to my face. The part where i was thrown into the mud doesn't do much to dullen my mood as I find I'm laughing to myself.

I look up to see the faces of two bewilderd people staring at me, like I was steadily running mad.

I think that is exactly what is happening, my nerves cannot take this idleness any longer.