After finishing up in the kitchen, I finally headed to my room. The day had been longer than I realized, and my body was starting to feel it. As soon as I entered my room, I began to undress. My t-shirt hit the floor first, followed by my jeans, which I kicked off in the general direction of the laundry basket. Not that it mattered if they landed there. I'd get to them later… probably.
I grabbed my towel and headed into the bathroom, the cool tile floor making me shiver a little. I turned on the shower and let the water run for a moment, steam slowly filling the small space. I stepped in, and the warm water felt incredible against my skin, instantly relaxing me. I leaned against the wall for a minute, just letting the water wash over me. There was something about a shower at the end of the day that always made me feel lighter, like I was washing away everything—the boredom, the noise, and the long hours of doing nothing much at all.
After scrubbing down with my favorite vanilla-scented soap, I rinsed off and turned the water off, feeling refreshed. I wrapped myself in the towel, wiped the steam off the mirror, and stared at my reflection for a second. I looked tired, my hair sticking out in damp strands, but at least I felt better.
Back in my room, I rummaged through my wardrobe, pulling out my go-to outfit for lazy evenings: an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. As I pulled the shirt over my head, it felt like I was slipping into something familiar and comforting. The fabric was soft against my skin, and it instantly made me feel more at ease. I didn't bother drying my hair—it would air dry soon enough.
I sank down onto the bed with a sigh of relief, stretching out and closing my eyes for a moment. But of course, I couldn't relax for long. My phone, still plugged into the charger by my bedside, caught my eye. I had tossed it onto the bed earlier, not thinking much of it, but now I remembered I had a bunch of friend requests from earlier.
I reached over, unplugged it, and turned on the screen. The brightness blinded me for a second, and I blinked, adjusting to the light. Notifications flooded the screen—hundreds of them. My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn't expected so many people to message me so quickly. I stared at the screen for a moment, trying to take it all in.
There were at least a hundred messages in my inbox, all from random people I didn't know. A lot of them were the usual greetings, like "Hi" and "Hello," while others were a bit more… forward. "I'm josh, and you?" "Where do you live?" It was a mix of small talk, awkward introductions, and just plain weird questions.
I scrolled through the messages, a grin slowly spreading across my face. This was hilarious. Who knew accepting all those friend requests would turn into something this entertaining? I couldn't help myself—I started replying to some of the messages, just to see what would happen.
"Hi," I typed back to one guy, Josh. He had messaged me first with, "Hi, my name is Josh, and you?" Not like I asked him for his name
Within seconds, he replied, "Hi Angela, nice to meet you. Where do you live?"
I rolled my eyes but replied anyway. "In a house. You?"
Josh didn't seem to catch the sarcasm. "Same here, lol."
I couldn't stop laughing. It was ridiculous, but in a good way. Soon, I was bouncing from conversation to conversation, replying to different people. Some were more interesting than others, but I was having fun, and that was what mattered. My earlier disappointment and boredom had completely disappeared. I wasn't even thinking about it anymore.
One guy asked me what my favorite color was, and for some reason, that had me cracking up. "Uh, I don't know… blue?" I replied.
He came back with, "Cool. Mine's red."
One even asked me if I was a girl. Like what the fuck. doesn't my profile picture give the answer to that already.
I kept scrolling through messages, responding here and there, laughing at some of the more random ones. Time was slipping by faster than I realized, and I was completely immersed in this whirlwind of new conversations. I didn't care that most of these people were strangers or that some of their questions were the most basic ones ever. It was just fun, in that mindless, carefree way that made the time pass without me noticing.
As I was typing back to another "Hi," my phone buzzed with a notification from Maya. I opened it and laughed out loud when I saw her message:
"Girl, how come you have so many friends already? Now a popular bitch!"
I shook my head, grinning. Of course, Maya would be the first to notice. She was probably sitting there wondering why I hadn't replied to her sooner.
I was about to reply to her when more messages popped up. I couldn't help it—I was in the zone, replying to all these random people, getting caught up in the whirlwind of new conversations. Every time I thought I'd gotten through them all, more messages popped up. I couldn't even keep track of who was saying what anymore. But it was fun, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing at some of the random things people were saying.
I glanced at Maya's message again and then got pulled back into replying to the randoms. Maya would have to wait for just a minute longer.
More and more "Hi" and "Hello" messages kept pouring in, and I was laughing so hard at some of the ridiculous conversations I was having. It was hard to keep up with them all, but I was having too much fun to stop. I barely even noticed that it was already getting late.
About six minutes later, I finally managed to reply to Maya. "I see now that you've shown me the way back to fb, you're out there calling me popular? Look who's talking, Miss 'I have a million friends.'"
Maya's response came almost immediately. "Yeah, but now you're the one ignoring me! Too busy being a celebrity, huh?"
I chuckled to myself as I typed back, "Please, I was just trying to keep up with all these messages. You should see how many 'hi' and 'hello' messages I'm getting. It's crazy."
She fired back with, "Yeah, yeah, excuses. Just don't forget about your poor best friend in the process, Miss Popular."
I shook my head, a smile still on my face as I replied, "Don't worry, you're stuck with me. No amount of random 'hi's' can change that."
She sent a laughing emoji, and I put my phone down for a second, leaning back into my pillows. It felt good to laugh, to joke around with Maya even though it was through texts. My phone buzzed again with more messages, but this time I took a deep breath and let it go for a moment. The day had been long, but fun, in its own weird way.
I glanced at the clock and realized how late it had gotten. I should probably go to sleep, but part of me didn't want to stop. The conversations were still flowing, and I was still having fun. So, I picked up my phone one more time, diving back into the messages. The night could wait just a little longer.