Scare the Night Away

[nanami souma]

short notice for everyone who has/had/have read the first part:
it has benn rewritten, re-editted and well, remade.
meaning the story will b very different.
well, way to go, not very, but different.
u'll see how much, i didn't plan it out yet. lol
and, hopefully, i'll post it here tomorrow... late tomorrow...

[nanami souma]

I feel I've been running from one place to another the whole time. Now it was Law's turn to come over to my house. Turn..?
I woke up early that day. Everyone left for the dead sea leaving me here by myself for a couple of days, perfect chance to invite him over don't you think?
I still can't believe I actually woke up to the alarm once in a life time. Five am. Not even yawning. Not even taking my time in bed to stretch. But just like my little sister. I wake up, and getting up from bed just as soon. That never happens since I was... What? Ten?

What is there to do at Five am? Nothing. Computers bored me out. I didn't feel like writing or drawing, I'm sleeping on my hands and my arms feel dead. TV... Never liked it. My mom had troubles keeping me interested in something for long as a kid.
Ah! I'm getting distracted!!!!
So, with nothing to do at five am, i started cleaning up. What can I say? Bombastic life style I am leading...
In three hours the house was shining llike a museum. I couldn't believe I actually spring cleaned like that. I hate such clean houses, they don't feel like anyone ever lived in them.

I quickly threw different colored towels everywhere and spread piles of papers on all tables.
If my mom saw the house so clean when they are all gone, they'd leave me all alone forever and I'll have to cook for myself the whole time. Not fun.
Although I did clean it up for the coming guest.

I looked at the house blankly for a few moments.
Should I take a picture of it so sparkly? My mom will be sure it's photoshop! Although she knows I don't know how to actually use it!
I chuckle to myself at the thought, our house wasn't really messy, but it was never one hundred percent clean. And I prefered it like that. My dad always complain about things always moving around at home. My mom always answered," It's because people actually LIVE in here."
I relate well to that sentence. And so does everyone at home. Can't be helped.

I sit down at the table in the dining room, looking up at the Analog Roman grey clock hanging high on the wall just in front of the table.
" It won't make time move faster." I tell myself, sighing, resting my head on the back of my hands.

Maybe I should call him and meet him up outside...? Afterall he doesn't know around here... Did he even eat yet? Maybe I should cook something... What if he'd prefer pizza or something? I'll ask him over the phone. I decided and picked up the phone, dialing his numer.


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need to wait on him to continue this... tht's what happens when u want it to b realistic
it might even take a whole month, but who knows, maybe more
-sigh-