Re-read my old chapters and damn, I really need to edit. Im so sorry for that, just *cringe*. Sorry this took so long for those who read, I've been going through some things and have been offline for a while. Its been a hell of a ye
Dedicated to nightgate

CHAPTER FIVE

how to procrastinate

My fingers danced across the keys in the pattern I remembered. The melody soft then changing slowly. Louder then louder. And then violent.

Each second trying to make the volume ear-bleeding and screeching, competing against my thoughts and failing continuously.

Louder. And louder. Then violent.

Slamming on them rough ; trying not to think before giving up and just hitting the piano keys like a madman. Randomly in no order and going all haywire batshit crazy on my once adored piece.

Then eventually giving up on that as well and just letting my forehead fall onto the piano. The tiles making an excruciating sound along with a 'bang' as I whimpered against the instrument.

No one was home and I was all alone and could be as loud as I wanted. In many pursuits. It was then my phone rang, turning my face side ways towards my bed where it had been tossed carelessly earlier.

Groaning and deciding on wether or not if I wanted to move and get it, four rings echoed through the bed room before I sighed and got up. Only to stand , take two steps, then fall onto the bed. I reached for it. "Hello?" Forgetting to see the caller id and just pressing answer.

"Have you messaged him yet?" Tyler's voice came through the other end , slightly buzzed out by some unplaceable song playing in the back ground. He was at a party then, at 11:54 on a school night?

Without me?
Bitch.

"Damn it, I moved for you?!" I said appalled and rolling on to my back. Holding the phone to my ear I stared blankly at my ceiling. "Anyway, ha yeah no." avoiding that as much as I could.

"Well, what have you been doing all day then?" He asked and I tried to think back to my on going events .

"I had to do the dishes, so I did that when I came home. Then I walked my cat-"

Ty cut me off almost instantly. "Cats don't need to be walked --wait you don't have a cat, Tristan!"

It took me a second to think about my answer. Then it dawned on me." Oh, my neighbors cat. Then I walked him...her...it? -"

"Did you return the cat?" I hesitated and looked around, trying to remember. Whistling to see if it answered. Nothing followed."Yeah totally," I think. "Anyway, I did that. Came home, binge watched a few Netflix shows, listened to the whole La La Land soundtrack on YouTube, masturbated a few times-" mumbling the last part under my breath before he cut me off.

"Lemme guess, you've drank a whole bottle of your moms wine by now and have repressed to angry piano playing?" He asked followed by a loud roar of people yelling behind him. Probably some game he was in the middle of playing or watching. And by the unoriginal status of our towns high school parties; it was most likely beer pong.

"Yes." There was no point in denying it , he knew me to well. And lets not forget to mention I was drunk off of my moms one of many some french-y fancy wine bottle. "But there is limited options on how to stall in a female invested house. I shaved my legs last time, and it hurt. So im not doing that again so I resorted to that chardney stuff--"

"Its chardonnay , Tristan." Trying to correct me once again and I gave him the finger even though he couldn't see me.

"Bitch, stop cutting me off!" I exclaimed with a hiccup to follow. Then a giggle as I buried my face in my pillow. "I don't know what to do Ty, I don't know what to do about Roy! " I yell before shutting off the phone and throwing it to the end of my bed.

"That's an easy answer, you do him." I simply ignored that reply, pretending it wasn't there and didn't happen. "Ha, yeah no. Bye. I have an idea."

"What the hell--no don't hang up I will drive-" I pressed end call, letting his voice fade into words I didn't care to hear.

My plan was to get so so so drunk that Id forget about this dumb idea , about him and about everything. But apparently even drunk his name still cursed my existence.

My phone started ringing again and I ignored it, sitting up and swinging my long restless legs off the side of the bed and forcing my self to stand. Wobbly at first, the room spinned a little. Oops.

Sliding over to my desk and laptop, and burying myself in my spinning chain.

Opening it up I let my eyes adjust to its bright screen light. Staring at it for a few moments deciding it was better to do this and get it done with drunk and not sober. The account had been already signed onto a while ago, message box left blank and blinking for me to type something in.

"Stop mocking me." I whisper under my breath as I run a hand over my face with a deep throated groan. "Fück it." I decide before moving the keypad towards me and typing.

Then I stoped typing, stared and pursed my lips. "I think need another drink before I do this." I finalized to the absence of the room, standing up and making my way to the door in search of the cellar.

On the way down the stairs though, there was a meow sound coming from some where. And i swear that was the loudest I ever screamed in my life.

___

"How much did you drink Tristan?" A voice echoed as I blinked slowly. Waking up , I turn over to groan and stuff my head into my pillow only to be met with a mouthful of grass.

What the f-

"Am I outside?" I asked sitting up in a rush, looking around to see I was in my back yard. With Tyler standing over me, judging my existence like he usually does.

"Yep, and I think you have been all night. Im just happy not to find you floating on your pool with shaved legs and your moms short shorts on again." Giving me a hand, I take it. And he pulls me to my feet.

"What happened?" I groaned and almost falling against him so I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. The bright sun burning into my eyes , and I hide in Tyler's large shadow. As if I was a vampire, and hissing.

"Lets get you inside." And just as we start making our way to the back door a familiar sound goes off. And we both stop dead in our tracks .

I choke on air. Oh hell no.

"Was that your-" He knows the sound, we've been talking to each other through it before we could text.

"Hopefully not." I dont want to check and pat my self down looking for my phone. Its in my shirt pocket , and I pull it out. Scrolling down for the notification screen to read:

one new email message
from :

@RoyIsTheBish

I choked my tongue this time and Tyler screamed. I didn't hesitate and pressed my inbox to read it

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 5:23 am
тσρι¢: thanks
Thanks for introducing
that girl to me. She's amazing. We emailed all night, I cant thank you enough pal. Gotta pay you
back sometime.

To say in the least, I didn't know whether to scream, faint or run.