Dear diary,
I am unable to push away my anxiety and relax... Its taking up every inch of my mind. The trip is decided for and the band is practicing...not that it matters. But, why am I anxious ? Honestly, I think I'm just worried this plan may fail and I'll homeless ...again. I can't be homeless ? Where will I sleep? And ... My dearest father will laugh on my face!
Darshan hasn't spoken a single word which is hard because when I need his input he's acting like his voice is lost. Idiot. Why can't he just say sorry? So selfish and egoistic... Does he not know how bad I felt? Even Aditya isn't talking to me, and its making things harder.
Also, I totally forgot... I cooked dinner for Rudra, Nagma and Aarav last night ... But Aarav came late (what's new) and while he was gone, Nagma and Rudra had this weird silence. Almost as if they needed to say something. I saw this as I was peeping at them from the corridor. It's not eavesdropping if no one is talking okay?
So anyways, I cooked ... Because I wanted to eat a good meal and Nagma makes things too spicy...(like smoke from ears level). I ate the chicken she made last week and my tongue cried. My stomach is still not talking to me, you know. So yeah, I made food and took it to my room. And kept the door open.... Just a little. In case they had a fight. I won't intervene though.
I really want to find out What's between Rudra and Nagma … Were they exes? Scorned love? Did he eat her ulcer causing food (it's honestly grounds for disowning) ? What could it be ?
She was very friendly with Aarav ...too friendly. I know you're going to say I'm poking my nose...but I'm just... You know... Okay fine I'm poking my nose. Let me live okay?
Okay, I have to try sleeping but this Dumbass sleep eludes me (yes I know big words). Goodnight diary!
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Horns blared as the sun shone down hard. Weaving through the people walking on the sidewalk, escaping the small roadside shops, Aditya wiped sweat off of his face.
"Hey, one watermelon" he panted, entering a small crowded stall. A glass was thrust into his hand after he had paid for them. Gosh, this was exactly what he needed... Sadly it finished within a few seconds, and he had to leave the stall again. He honestly dreaded walking through the horde of people who had never heard of personal space.
"Hey... Doormat" a voice called, making him turn. A big black bike stood by the side of the road, its driver signalling him over.
"No! Screw you!" Aditya said and began to walk on.
"Come on dude...we need to talk" Darshan said trying to ignore the hordes of cars that were honking behind him.
"No! You hit me! ME!' Aditya shouted.
"I'm sorry...please get on" Darshan asked
Aditya looked at him as people pushed him in an effort to go past him.
He looked at the traffic that was being held up because of Darshan who was now getting an enormous amount of curses showered upon him. He sighed and walked over, sitting behind him.
Darshan smirked and drove off, weaving between the vehicles. He got onto an empty by lane and slowed down a bit.
"Look! I'm sorry for what I did" Darshan said honestly.
"You're an ass! You shouldn't have done that to her" he shouted back.
"I know ... I was a jerk. I never thought I'd do that" he sighed, upset at having to confess, but he didn't hide anything from Aditya, he had known him from almost eight years now. Aditya was only eleven when they had met, the sixth and last child of his family, he
"Okay"
"Forgive me?" He asked in a mock sweet voice.
"No."
"Oi! Donkey! I picked you up from traffic. If you were a girl and this were a movie...this would be the time to confess your undying love to me and the audience would clap"
"Forgive me? You will go to heaven if you do" Darshan said.
"Bastard" Aditya chuckled and smacked his shoulder.
Darshan grinned as they got into the familiar street and stopped in front of Aditya's house.
"So we cool?" Darshan asked pulling off his helmet.
"Yeah. We're cool" he grinned "after you help me pack for the journey"
Darshan groaned "black mail is illegal you know..." he got off the bike and parked it.
"Also it's not we're cool. Its we cool. Be cool dumbass"
Aditya rolled his eyes walking in with him "yeah whatever, so I have like five jeans but one is faded and one zip is broken...."
Darshan groaned. The shit you do for friendship.