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It's been 3 days

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It's been 3 days...
I may, or may have not left the apartment at all.

I've just been a hermit.

I know as soon as I do,
I'll feel obligated to start doing the things. That I was actually sent here to do.

I look out the small window watching cars pass by,
as I stand in the kitchen.
Slowly mixing my bloom greens.

Suddenly I hear keys struggling to unlock the door.
The door swings open and bounce off the wall.

"BAM!"

Ian storms loudly.
Mud living room, he claps his hands and announces.

"PARTY TONIGHT MY GUYS!"

Party?
Is he joking,
what is with all the commotion was this all really necessary.

I walk to the entryway and look at him. Giving him a dead panned look I say.

"Sorry what was that you weren't loud enough. I couldn't hear."

The words come sarcastically bitter out of my mouth sarcastically.

Ian looks around like he's waiting for something.

He throws his hands up.

"What are you the guys not here? That was very anticlimactic. No one is matching my energy right now."

I shrug.

"Zander said he was going to work,
and Jin left in an apron.
So I'm gonna assume the same for him."

I take a sip of my drink.

He scoffs shaking his head.

"Those guys need to stop being so responsible."

I roll my eyes. Before walking back into the kitchen.

Of course that's what they need.

He follows me into the kitchen like a puppy.
A sad pathetic puppy...

"Sooooo Grayson you coming to the party tonight."

Ian says as he grabs the milk out of the fridge.
He begins drinking straight from the jug.

That's awesome.
Who doesn't mind spit swapping.

"Party? I wasn't invited."

I say setting my glass down.
It's not like I know anyone here.
Why would I go there is no reason for me too.

"No duh. That's why I'm inviting you. Right here. Right now. Are you not listening. You need to meet more people Gray."

My interest has been tinged.
Maybe I could go,
and maybe I would even enjoy it.
Meeting more people, making some friends.

"What kind of party?"

I question turning to him.

He puts the jug back.

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