"Rover Baxton?" I repeat. "The fanfiction you wanted me to make a book cover for."

"Oh, right," she comes back to her senses. "How could I forget? But yeah, send it over when you're done. I think everyone at work is excited to see it."

"Sounds good," I reply, "it should be done in the next couple days."

Diana leaves in somewhat of a rush, but it's always typical of her to be a few minutes late to everything.

That book cover pretty much has all my attention whenever I'm not sleeping. Seeing and imagining his face taking center stage in my work makes me secretly giddy with anticipation to go back to sleep. It's all so much better when I'm with him, my life isn't boring or secluded. He makes me excited to experience things I wouldn't be able to otherwise.

"So what do you have planned for today?" my mom brings me back from my trance.

"Not much," I tell her, "probably just going to work on more commissions."

"What about your classes?" she questions.

"What classes?" I say back.

"It's Wednesday, sweetheart," she tells me.

Of course, I laugh at that, "It's Saturday, but nice try."

"What do you mean?" she asks as she stops to look at me.

"It's the weekend," I try to make it clear.

"Honey," she begins, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I reassure her.

"You worked so hard last weekend," she says, "and you were still sleeping when we've left for work the last few days, maybe you just need to rest."

"Wait, what?!"

She comes closer, "Maybe you should stay home today."

"No," I say probably a little too loud.

"What's going on?" she pushes further.

I get up as quickly as possible and try my best to hastily make it back to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I run to my phone sitting on the edge of my bed and check the date. She was right, but I don't understand. It was Friday yesterday, it can't be Wednesday.

The only thing that I could do was send Rover a message, he would be able to figure this out, he was with me.

"It's the weekend, right?" I send the question to him.

Rover.

I hear my cellphone buzz beside my head, so I make an effort to open my eyes. I push myself out of my bunk and make my way towards the couch and small kitchenette. 

"So, are you going to do it?" Avery asks, waking me up just a bit more.

I try to wipe the sleep out of my eyes, "What?"

"Are going to perform?" she goes on.

"It's barely been-"

She cuts me off, "It's been like five days!"

"Five days?" I question.

"Yeah," she nods, "I didn't bother you because I thought you were trying to avoid me, but we need to get you back to work."

"Okay," I reply, "I guess you're right."

I only halfheartedly listen to her as I make myself comfortable and look at the notification on my phone.

"It's the weekend, right?"

It's Noah. Noah. I have the unresting urge to say her name over and over in my head. She's the only person who can make me feel like I have control over my life. She's introduced me to a world I would rather live in as long as she's there too.

I finally respond to her, "I thought so, but I'm not sure anymore."

She writes back, "Me too..."

"Avery insinuated that Friday was five days ago," I tell her.

"My mom said it was Wednesday. It can't be, can it?"

"I'm with you on this one," I say, "but do you think it's possible that it has been five days?"

"How would no one notice? My parents told me that I was working all weekend. What about you?"

"She... Avery, said that she thought I was avoiding her," I respond.

"How could we have slept for five days?!"

My heart was beginning to race, "I think we did."

Noah.

I don't think I've ever been legitimately as close to wanting to scream at the top of lungs. Sleeping for five days? The thought of it makes me feel trapped, yet at the same time, there's also him. Rover. Our nights together, they mean the world to me. Before I met him, the real him, I was undeniably alone, but I have so much that I want to tell him now. I have so much I want to share with him, show him.

"I'm a little freaked out," I send him, "but there's just something... I like experiencing everything with you, I don't want to go back to watching you through my computer screen."

"I don't want to go back to not knowing you," he replies.

"So, tonight. I'll see you again?"

I can see him writing before his answer shows up, "Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I shut my phone off before it worries me more than it already has. A few of my clothes are sitting on my desk chair and I just grab whatever catches my eye first. I make no effort in making my outfit cohesive and I tie my hair up as fast as I can.

I'm running down my stairs, but my mom's voice echos from the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" she asks me again.

"Yes," I answer, "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Oh, no not at all," she says.

I try my best to make up a lie on the spot, "I was just confused. Must of had too much to drink last night."

"Drink?" she questions me surprised.

"I was relaxing, on my bed, last night," I say. "I thought I would let loose and have a few glasses of wine. Definitely overestimated myself."

"Well, I'm glad you took some time for yourself," she smiles. "I remember being your age and just needing a break. Wine was my best friend too."

I pull on a pair of shoes right as I'm opening the front door.

"See ya later," I shout back to her.

And just like that, I'm running down the road to my bus stop.