Not a Monster

by Dreamscape


Procrastination

I arrived home, completely exhausted; the stress of my first day at a new school finally catching up to me. I reached my room and let my backpack fall to the floor with a loud thump. The loss of weight did little to relieve my exhaustion; I ended up falling face first onto my bed, passing out nearly as soon as my forehead made contact with my pillow.

Having slept for an hour or so, I woke to the smell of dinner. I stumbled from my room and down to the kitchen to receive the delicious smelling sustenance. Taking a seat, I was bombarded with questions from my mother. I responded with the shortest answers possible, much too lost in the taste of the food and in the act of gaining energy.

Quickly finishing up with my meal, I struggled to return to my room, remembering that I did have a bit of homework which needed to be finished. Of course, I was not going to only be doing that. After preforming the same act throughout the whole day, I had lost all motivation to do more. My solution, spend around a quarter of my time actually doing the paper, and the rest procrastinating on my phone.

Habitually, I went straight for my contacts. Scrolling through the collection of names, my finger again hovered over Pinkie’s name. She would be rather fun to chat with, but I knew our conversation would end up heading in the direction of us getting together so we could do something. I certainly didn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying no, and I did want to do something with her; I was much too tired that night though.

The sight of her name also caused me to recall something else. I had yet to receive Sunset’s number, and Pinkie had said that she could provide me with any of the girls’ numbers. It felt somewhat wrong retrieving her number without any given permission, but I was fairly certain she wouldn’t mind. After sending Pinkie a quick text, I went about solving equations on my math homework, something which I could have finished earlier in the day, but had put off on every occasion I could.

A few problems in, my phone buzzed. Sure thing! :D, the message read, followed by a hyperlinked number. I was more than pleased with what a simple response she had made, no questions and it gave me what I needed.

It took the completion of a few more math problems before I was able to gather enough courage to send Sunset the simplest of texts; one which told her who it was from, and asked what she was currently doing.

As I always tended to do when texting nearly anyone, I began to grow restless immediately after it sent and I received no response. It had only been around five minutes, and I was already believing I had done something wrong. I tried my best to absorb myself in my homework, but all my mind could do was think of Sunset and the text she should have been sending.

My heart jumped as a sudden vibration was felt against my bed. I weighed in the conclusions before flipping my phone over; it could always be Pinkie again, but perhaps if I was lucky enough, it would indeed be Sunset. I flipped it over as quickly as I could, like pulling away a bandage. My heart pounded harder as I realized it was exactly who I wanted it to be. Hey glad you decided to text. Was gonna get ur number from Pinkie. Sorry for the wait. Was taking a shower.

My mouth dropped open. Had she really wanted to talk to me as desperately as I wanted to with her? I was overjoyed but almost in a state of shock, having no clue what exactly to say next. I decided on explaining to her exactly why I had decided to text with her. Really? I was just bored. Doing math homework and wanted someone to talk to. Thought of you. After it was sent, I began to worry whether or not the fact that I was thinking of her seemed too flirtatious. I realized that there was nothing I could do. It was already sent, and besides, I was sure that I was overreacting as always.

Boring! Math sucks! I was thinking of you too. Like I said I was gonna get ur number from Pinkie. I should probably get to work on my homework too. I can do it while we chat. Now the worry was whether or not she was attempting to flirt back. Had she assumed that I was simply being friendly and decided to do the same, or did she know it meant something more?

Little more excitement came from our conversation that night. Most of it consisted of either complaining about our homework, or Sunset asking me what I thought of the school and my classes. It was nice to have someone to talk with, even if it was about simple everyday concerns. That was what a good relationship was about after all. I even ended up staying awake a bit later than I had originally planned to keep her company while she finished up her work. It seemed as though she was quite grateful; so it was well worth the effort. When I did finally attempt to get some sleep, I struggled to, due to the fact of how excited I was to see her face to face again the next day. I had a feeling that I was falling for her fast, and my prediction was true.