The Right One

MONDAY (6:30 AM) Ahh, there's nothing really good than waking up in the morning all by yourself not getting woken up by a f*****g alarm or with your mother yelling about the dirty dishes in the sink from the evening. It's really good to be by yourself after school, living in a fancy apartment or a house that your parents gave to you, (but I'm living in my mom's house, I mean she gave me this house after I graduated college) finding a nice job that suits you and the job that will make you not doubt why you still live in all those past hellish years. I look at the mirror and complimenting of how great looking I am, am I not right? I look gorgeous. I look at the clock and it's time to get this messy body cleaned up. After some time in the showers I made myself breakfast and get ready to go to my first day of work, being a writer. I was walking in the streets and the weather looks kinda great, no dark clouds around just our own enormous star, the Sun all by itself, shining. "Good morning Josh!" Fuck you! I really hate being called by that. I turned my head around to see ken watering his plants. I didn't utter a single word I just wave my hand and wiggle my eyebrows then rolled my eyes in frustration. My real name is Joshua like for real, I don't really like my name , I usually call my self Ted, If you ask why Ted, I also don't know why, I just find the name Ted cool so I just stick with it since middle school. Many people's first impressions about me is that I am a guy that hook up with bunch of girls every week, the handsome guy and always the center of attraction but all of that are the opposite of the real me, but yeah I am handsome. I usually prefer being alone, I don't really need anyone's company at times. If there's something I couldn't do, then I will find ways to do it, not in the right spot, but at least I can still get through with it by my own. But even though I am like that, I'm still thinking about having someone by your side. Always hungry for your attention and that gives you butterflies in your stomach, not those flying butterflies I'm kinda scared the hell of that insect after that one time when I yawn and a small butterfly flew to my mouth and it f*****g choked me so don't judge me if I don't like them. Finally I got to my work. I look at the enormous building in front of me from top to bottom and fix my necktie before going inside. •~•~• Fuck! I thought writing is just a piece of cake, welp I know I am wrong. I thought it was just writing writing stuff about something that comes up to your mind but it was more complicated than that. The boss will give us some themes that are needed to be written and most of them are way to difficult to make some stories or editorial blogs, our boss even demand to make sure that we have at least we have already written 75% of the blog we individual make each day. After a long day at my first work I get home straight. My first day isn't really awful at all, most of my co-workers are hot as f**k, I mean the guys and the girls, and they help me with the things I am not much familiar of, though there are still some bullies but hey this isn't highschool anymore, we can't just punch the person, I don't wanna get fired it's the only job that accepts me after 5 tries, whilst of having a huge word f**k U tattooed on my back and both my shoulders. I don't really get it why they make my back tattoo such a big deal they couldn't see it if I'm topless anyways, but yes that's true I am topless. I hopped on to my bed, "f*****g body, so weak. Going to sleep so early." I groaned. My eyes are about to fully closed when my phone started vibrating. Who the f**k is calling around this times, it's 11:30 in the evening it's almost the witching hour. I took my phone from the table and look into it to know who called but it's just says an unknown number. I was kind of hesitant answering the phone, but I was leaved no choice, I need to answer it because maybe it is a billionaire person that wanted to marry me and I'll be his/her other billionaire, I don't care if it's a girl as long as she's billionaire, but I still prefer guys. "Ugh, hell--" The girl on the other line moaned, cutting me before I said another few words. "Hey!? Wha-- what's wrong?" I hopped out of my bed in panic and sat on my swivel chair. "Oh, silly you, nothing's wrong I'm just getting laid." She then laughed out loud. The f**k, this girl, who is she anyways? "f**k you! Who are you?" I rolled my eyes. "Well b***h you don't really recognize my voice?" She sounds kinda frustrated, is it about me or the person she was f*****g with. "Well no? Unless you tell me, the heck it's 10 minutes left before 12 and I have a work tomorrow." "Damn Josh," she said in a sad tone. "God damn it, how many times do I have to told you not to call me Josh, it's really disgusting." I finally recognized her, it's my bestfriend Jane, and she's sexually active, don't judge her, live your own life bitches. "Finally, I thought you'll never recognize my beautiful voice." She chuckled. "What do you want? And why I don't have your number that you're using to call me?" "Oh, I just wanna ask if you don't mind me coming to your house tomorrow, and my phone died just an hour ago I'm using my bae's phone." She said, snapping her fingers. "First, yes you can come, second, gross how come you can still call me while you and your guy are fucking." I heard her laugh before I end the call. Jeez this girl's really crazy about s*x. I look at my phone again to know what time is it and it's already 12:10. I hopped onto my bed, "time to go back to sleep."