Good morning Friday!

My second most favourite day of the week.

You wondering what is the first?

There's none. I don't like any day in general, but Friday is kinda alright, so it's been honored to be my second most favorite.

I slept like a baby. I didn't poo myself, but still, this sleep was delightful.

Maybe it was because I knew, that I'd see her today again.

Maybe you're asking, dude, are you really gonna show up? Won't it be too suspicious? Isn't it a little too sick? What are you even going to wear?

Here are my answers - I'm definitely going to be there. It might be a little suspicious, but who cares? Obsession is stronger than fear of being revealed. And what am I wearing?

Sit down, because just thinking about it will make you faint.

Ya ready?

Ya sure?

Okay, there you go.

I'll wear black jeans, black Dr. Martens, and white shirt. Imagine me in that attire. I'm going to look bomb.

If you fainted, now it's the time to wake up, because the story continues.

I almost feel bad for all the girls that will see me, their mouth will water, but thay stand no chance against her.

The only problem is, that the dinner is at 7:00 PM, and now it's only 8:30.

I have to go to the gym and spend a lot of time there to make up for yesterday, than I have to go to work and I'm definitely not making up for yesterday.

Even though I had a really good sleep, I could use some more. Like 3 more days or so.

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WHY IS THIS GYM ALWAYS SO PACKED ON FRIDAY MORNINGS?!

Wait, I know the answer for that.

The town university starts at 10:00 on Fridays. After further research, I learned it's because the previous principal or whatever is that person called, hated waking up early before weekends, so he just made this rule and boom, it became a tradition.

There are at least 20 skinny af boys, that are just blocking the mirror. Wiggling their asses like some ballerinas.

Do they even change in the male dressing room?

Wait, do I wanna know?

Wait, now I'm kinda interested...

Fuck, dude, get a grip!

After my workout, I went home, took a shower and went to work.

I know that I could've take the shower at the gym, but just thinking about how many people take shower there makes me want to skin myself.

Today my boss was back at work.

Such a pity.

As expected, he greeted me with a new pile of papers. Just some new boring cases. Why can't I get something bigger?

Like drug cartel.

That's probably not a good idea. I might join them instead of locking them up.

You know, I've always wanted to be the bad guy. I wanted to get into fights, I wanted to have lots of money, influence, power.

But shortly after I turned 12, my grandma got very sick, and few days before she passed away, I got a chance to talk to her for the last time.

I promised her to be a good boy, so we would meet in the heaven.

And no matter what, I'm willing to keep that promise.

So, here I am. I'm a good boy.

Or at least I try to be.

Sometimes.

A little bit.

Well, at least I'm not as bad as I planned to be, and that's good, right? It's enough, right?

After my little overthinking session, I decided to do some work.

My new case was to find some dude for this old lady. He offered to help her cross the street, but when they were halfway there, he dude slipped, dragged her down with him and managed to knock 2 teeth out of her dental plate. She only found out when she took it out, and you won't believe why she didn't find out sooner.

She swallowed those 2 teeth.

Because she thought it was peanuts.

Are you asking how is that possible? Because me too.

So, now she wants to find him and sue him for destroying her dental plate.

Sometimes I wonder if my life isn't just one big ridiculous reality show.

"Hey boss, I've done my work, can I take a break now?" I approached my boss. I don't even know why I asked, I'd take a break anyway.

"Yeah, sure boy. Just answer me one question."

OMG he totally knows that I looked up someone. That's isn't exactly allowed and I could get into trouble. But I'm his best detective, he wouldn't let me down, right? Right?!

"Ask away." I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. But I was slowly dying inside.

"Why are you so obsessed with The Simpson?"

Excuse me, what? There are millions of questions he could've asked. And he chose this?

"I have a crush on Edna," Excuse me, I do what?! I quickly responded without thinking much about it, and this is the consequence.

"Excuse me, you what?"

"Ehm, I know it's weird, but she's such a badass MILF." Oh dude, she doesn't even have kids, she can't be a MILF.

"Son, she doesn't have kids, she can't be a MILF. Just... Just make sure you drink enough water, and if it won't get better, visit your doctor," he said and left.

Woah, that was close.

Did it scare the hell out of me? Yes.

Is it gonna stop? Never.

Okay, the stress might cause some hairloss and few finelines, but she's worth it.

I went tu buy myself some lunch, but I didn't meet her.

But that doesn't matter, I'll see her tonight. I wonder what she'll wear. How will she do her makeup. What will she do with her hair. Will she let it down or tie it up? Maybe braid it?

I have so many questions that I can't concentrate on anything else.

"Sir, the total is 21,67$" some voice interrupted my trail of thoughts.

"What the fuck?" I snapped back.

And then I realised that I was still in the store.

The now scared shitless cashier was looking at me with her small eyes.

"Damn, I'm sorry, I'll pay by card." I added and run b, card trough the terminal.

"T-t-thank you, nice day a have... I mean have a nice say Sir."

"Yeah, you too..."

This is not good. I need to go back to reality, because this is scaring me a little bit.

I need to be able to concentrated all the time, because everything can happen. And thinking about a girl definitely won't save my ass.

Only couple of hours and I'll see her again.

And after that, I'll figure it all out.

***

I looked hot.

I mean, of course I did.

You can't possibly make a mistake by wearing a white shirt, black jeans and black Dr. Martens.

I only hope that someone won't faint because of my presence, that would bring too much attention.

I brushed my hair back, made sure I smell like a walking sex-appeal and sat into my car.

I was nervous. My hands were shaking. All of this because of a girl? Is this normal? Shouldn't I get checked?

Let's just hope that some good music and breathing exercises will solve that.

After a short ride, I made sure to park ma car at least 2 streets away from the restaurant. Then I walked those 2 streets, and managed to make 5 women turn their heads.

The restaurant was nice. Not too big, not too small. I had a reservation at 6:45, just in case, and now I was glad I made it. There was a small line in front of the restaurant and all these people were waiting for a free table because they didn't make a reservation.

Noobs.

"Hi, I have a reservation," I said in a deep voice to the lady that was by the door.

She looked up at me and gulped. "N-n-name?"

I just chuckled and said her my name.

After that, I was escorted to my table.

When I was a kid, I'd bring a teddy bear with me to a restaurant, because I'm an only child and the chair next to me was always empty and it felt lonely, so I always seated a teddy bear next to me.

I should've brought one now. I got a table for 2, and I felt a little lonely. I haven't been to a restaurant on my own in a while, and I forgot what the hell am I supposed to do while I wait for the food.

"Good afternoon sir, here's the menu, can I come back in 5 minutes to the the order?" a long legged, blond waitress asked.

I looked up, and damn, was she ugly.

"Sure," I replied and decided to pay attention to the menu instead of her.

But she was still standing there. Right next to me.

"Can I help you somehow?"

She blinked twice as if she woke up after being hypnotised, stuttered something and left.

And that was the moment she waked it. A friend by her side, which could've looked like a monkey and I still wouldn't spare her a glance. My eyes were glued to her. The beauty that made me go insane 4 days and 10 hours ago. As always, she looked gorgeous.

Red lipstick, hair tied up in a messy bun, perfect eyeliner, tight mini dress that would look terrible on any other girl, but she made it look amazing.

She looked at me for a second, and I swear that she smiled. She smiled at me. Me and only me.

Whipped.

I don't even know what I ordered. I don't even know if I ate it or not. All I can remember is her. Every gesture.

I couldn't end it that day.

I needed more time.

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