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— tsundoku —
(n) the act of buying a book and leaving it unread often piled together with other unpiled books
origin ; japanese

saturday 14 april
day after blake's birthday

Blake's party was yet again another notorious party thrown at the Worthington mansion. Starting yesterday evening and ending at some ungodly hour of this morning, it was most certainly unforgettable.

Partying it up hard and wild for the said boy's birthday, the aftertaste was definitely bittersweet. It was five o' clock in the afternoon and the gang along with Hunter and Eliezer were sprawled around the living room sleeping. They were prolonging the bitch of a hangover they'd have to deal with. Serves their arses right for all the drinks they knocked back. I wasn't sure what my friends hadn't drunk last night, from the passion fruit moscato to Spirytus - a Polish spirit - they had it all. Whilst they were all half alive right now, I walked around the mansion, smiling cheekily as I cleaned up the remnants of last night.

My eyes flickered over to Phoenix and Blake practically on one another sound asleep and snoring and I could help the small giggle escaped my lips. The two of them were actual fools. They were both shirtless and I had a hell of hard time looking away from Phoenix's god carved body as I remembered last night. Phoenix and Blake, they were very close, I believed they even trusted each other with their lives, so when they decided to do jäger body shots on one another it turned the crowd wild. I was starting to wonder what exactly they wouldn't do for each other.

I felt at ease as I sunk myself in the warm water filled tub. The mansion was more or less spotless except for the drunken bodies lying around that I called my friends. The water touched my chin and once again, I found myself left to my thoughts as I rose a champagne filled flute to my lips. There were far too many things running through my mine for me to keep track, I was graduating in a month and a half, Phoenix and I, mama and papa.

I had stayed true to my promise of visiting my parents everyday and bringing them fresh flowers once a week. They were buried right next to each other and to me, nothing seemed more promising than the relationship my parents had and the love they shared. My heart craved more and more each day to have what they had.

Tears clouded my vision and streaked down my face the more I thought of them. I wished the tears would stop, but it didn't matter, I could never stop the tears. Never.

Dressed in a dusty rose ruffle waisted tapered pants with a belt, a white ribbed tank top, and white Roshes, I made my way down the hallway to the living room.

"And the drunken fools have awaken," I smirk, staring at all of them having their eyes half open.

"I made pancakes and fruit salad," I said cheerily and they were all moaning in pain, "There's also a glass of water for you all along with painkillers.

"And if you thought I was serving you guys, think again. Help yourselves, it's in the kitchen," I finished obnoxiously and fell into the soft, suede love seat.

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"I cannot believe they made us come here," I whine.

Hunter scoffs, "As if you had anything better to do."

I looked at him with disbelief, "Actually, I did, I was reading ÆS Triplex by Stevenson," I frown.

"Yes, of course you were," he muttered, "But please, reading isn't better than spending time with me," he retorts.