Crazy Over You

CHAPTER 6

JENNIE'S POV

People do weird things

But, what is 'Weird' anyways? Is it just a term to describe an individual who acts beyond the social norms? Who goes against common sense?

Is society's view of 'Normal' simply a chain holding us back from new ideas that can greatly improve the human race, or is it a safety measure, to prevent others from doing crazy and dangerous things that could potentially harm other people?

Perhaps when it comes to being weird, you need to have good morals too. That way, it separates you from the dangerous ones

"The last time you were in the forest, you were trying to bury the school's anatomy model with a shovel. I mean, where the hell did you even get the shovel!" Jisoo questioned dramatically, recalling that certain incident. She scoffed, "Good thing I found you first. Someone else could've called the cops on you thinking it was a real body"

I was checking out this human anatomy model, fascinated by the organs, and when I accidentally bumped it, the organs fell out. It's only common sense to bury the dead

Jisoo was driving me home as of now and I'm wondering when Lisa will ride with us. She always used the bus and leaves early in the morning. I detested waking up so early

"How's the bench, by the way?" Jisoo continued

"It's nice and it's twenty hands long"

She nodded and smiled at me. "Good to know"

After she dropped me off, I greeted my mother, who was getting ready for work, and went into the pantry to eat some snacks. Lisa wasn't home yet, probably waiting for the second bus after missing the first one with her fight with the guys

When my mother left, I waited on the couch for Lisa, watching the clock tick and tock as I took bites out of my chip bag

Tick

No Lisa

Tock

Still no Lisa

Tick

....

Tock

I stared at the clock, mesmerized by the hands of time, ticking and tocking away. Seconds, minutes, and hours, never stopping, always going, with or without you

Time is endless

Time is forever

Time is eternal

...or is it?

What is the time? Is it just a concept created by people to measure change?

I heard the door unlock and any previous thoughts vanished from my head as I quickly turned toward the sound. I smiled widely, deciding that today will be the day I could finally converse with my fellow roommate

During the past weeks, I didn't bother talking to her that much because I didn't want her to think I was weird even though I'm not. But since she already thinks I am, what's the use in staying silent?

I quickly finished my snack, ran to the door, and stood there

When she came into view, she jumped in surprise, shocked to see me all of a sudden

"Welcome home, Roomy" I grinned. She narrowed her eyes at me skeptically at the nickname

"Get out of my way" She simply said and I did

I followed her around like a duckling to its mother and she looked just about ready to spin around and kick me

"Stop fucking following me!" She snapped