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 Last night…was just something. I’ve had a great time– at the cost of my money and sanity.

** Loooong story ahead. Sort of. Alright, here goes.

T’was around 8 PM. Got tired of surfing the net and stuff, so I decided to draw a little something. But. I was plainly uninspired. Nothing came to mind. And so I decided to resurrect my original characters (OCs) somehow– I’ve neglected them for months…or maybe years already.

I love my OCs, especially because they are based on my real-life friends. Thing is, whenever I draw them, the scenario somehow becomes real at odd times. As if it was something I innocently have foreseen. 

And so, I drew. It was about friends watching something scary on TV; but my OCs have different reactions other than being afraid. However, I only managed to draw two of them. I felt weary after a while, and so I took a nap. I was half awake, listening to songs I had left playing on the laptop. Then I hear soft banging on wood. Was it the neighbor? I could care less. I closed my eyes. After a while, the noise grew annoyingly louder, as if it was intended for me. Light-headed, I sat on the bed, staring at the door. Am I…imagining things?

And yet again, another rude knocking. I checked the clock on screen. 10 PM. Now who would want to bother me at such inconvenient hour? Annoyed, I put on a stern face as I opened the door.

It was my best friend. Let’s call him L.

Seriously, what on earth is he thinking, coming all the way to my house (we live an hour apart) at this time? Even though I felt mischievously happy, I put on my best annoyed expression.

"What the heck are you doing here?"

The words came out bluntly. As best friends, we both like being bastards around each other. It was normal for us to do so. "Let’s go grab coffee at Starbucks," he nonchalantly replies.

I understand the invite. It has already been three years since we’ve planned on going there…only that we do not have the time (and yes, the money) to see it through. Finally, here it is. But…why so sudden?

Giving him the peculiar look, he adds, "I’ll be going to that place tomorrow." I saw his grand smirk as I glanced at his baggage. You see, he has been invited by his elder brother to come along to a far away resort. It’s a dream come true for him. Even I cannot persuade him to stay even if I begged on my knees.

So it’s decided. He’ll be spending the night at my house since the port is near my place. He wouldn’t want to be late. And now, he plans on ingesting caffeine the night before his trip? Really smart, L. As a good friend, I agree to this pointless plan for the sake of fun.

Finally, we’re going to Starbucks. Our plans have come to fruition. Upon entering, we were excited on what to order. Man, the prices invert our eagerness in an instant. We decided to go for the Choco Java chip frapuccino, whatever it was.

We sat near the glass window. Seeing another customer take vain pictures of the tray of frapuccinos she and her friends ordered, I cannot help but make fun of it. "L, why don’t you hold out your frappe beside the SB logo and let me take loads of awesome pictures of you? And let’s upload it to FB ASAP, too." I am a bastard, yes. Laughed so hard, I swear I would’ve spit out the frappe on his face.

And of course, we all have that friend on FB who constantly updates his/her status about the most miniscule thing s/he has done…especially when it involves eating out at somewhere fancy.

"L, update your status. Like, ‘Laughing with Cid (my alias) @ Starbucks’, or ‘Fuck, my frappe tastes better than Cid’s @ Starbucks.’" We just laughed like the idiots we are. Lost track of time at that, too.

After the rowdiness, we decided to go out and walk to the nearest Star Mart. The wise one did not bring his toothbrush for his 3-day trip, thus. Then, we walked a number of blocks before riding home. The streets looked quite nice in the dim city lights– it was the perfect time for lengthy walking and talking.

At one of our conversations, he recalled the DVDs we bought and promised to watch together when we had the time. I still had them. Among them is Grave Encounters, and it sparked a topic about supernatural things as we kept on going. We ended up scaring the shit out of ourselves.

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Got home by 12 MN. I did my best to talk him out of watching that darned film. I have low tolerance for this kind of thing, so I figured it would be traumatizing on my part. I don’t know about him– he’s just as scared as me, but much more daring. It’s a quality I’ve always admired about him.

I can’t win, so there. I took a bath, trying to avoid watching at all cost. What the heck– he waited for me. That dirty bastard.

So I spent most of the time hugging a pillow, looking away, covering my ears, yelling at him to reduce the volume, eating chips, staring at him and laughing out loud whenever he gets startled at some scary scene, and forcing myself to glance at the TV from time to time. Yes, I am a scaredy cat. I get your point.

Despite not having seen much of the movie, I still feel scared as heck. The settings, the sounds… and yes, L keeps on narrating the movie for me just because I wasn’t watching. I can picture things out pretty clearly, so… yeah. Scared. Almost decided to sleep with him in the living room. But, nah.

After it ended, I immediately switched back to cable TV. Looked for funny stuff to LOL at. Big Bang Theory happened to be airing, so it was great.

It was about 3 AM already. My fears keep on resurfacing. I seriously need to control myself psychologically. We were both exhausted from all the things we’ve done, so we decided to sleep. I asked L to keep the lights on in the kitchen as I will leave the door open so my room will be slightly lit. He complained that he’s not used to it. I begged. Seriously. He agreed.

As I went to my darkened room, I immediately reached for the covers and hid myself. As if it would help ward off monsters and such. I forgot to turn on the fan. It was quite humid at the time.

And then, the bastard rose from the couch and turned off ALL the lights. I heard him chuckle. Such atrocity! Without moving a muscle, I stayed stiff, feeling cold sweat around my shirt’s neckline. I lay on my bed, putting much effort on forgetting about the movie. It was quite a sleepless night.

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I heard his alarm ring. It was still somewhat dark outside. I didn’t know what time it is at the moment. I lay still, anticipating what he is doing outside. I suppose he was packing up. "Tell Cid I’m going," I heard him say to mother. I did not want to say goodbye or anything… I just felt it unlucky to do so. He left the house. And I… well, I’m just hoping he’ll bring back a nice souvenir for me.

In the meantime, I think I’ll draw something fun.