part 3

He began his jog home. His daily burdens began circling his head again. He could picture his room, small and plain. A few posters around his room, one of ACDC and one with a hayabusa motorbike. His double bed, with a sky blue comforter. And his pillow, held tightly to his ears. No matter how hard he pushed on the pillow, he could still hear his parents screaming, a bottle smash. His sister in the next room, crying. Begging for them to stop.
            He was pulled from this memory when he seen his neighbour jogging towards him. Will prepared to say hello, but seen the man wearing headphones. So a quick wave was all he got. The sidewalk stretched out ahead of him again, pulling him back into his world of thought.
            It just started with her. The girl from the coffee shop earlier that day. She was standing infront of him, giving him that beautiful smile she had. Will’s thoughts jumped to a new scene. The two of them were sitting in the park, laughing about something. He had to pull himself from this. “stop thinking about her, you wont ever see her again anyway.” He half heartedly tried to convince himself. Without admitting it, he definitely hoped the girl was going to come back the next morning.
            His afternoon went pretty calmly, mostly just playing videogames and cruising some forums. Thinking about his own life almost depressed him. The lack of friends, the lack of company. Without his dog, he would surely have gone mad by now.
            He decided to break this bump in life. That evening, he showered, and put on his dress pants and a button up shirt. Something that he had not done since he moved to the city. The lady that came into the coffee shop earlier, the one with the cake had mentioned about going to a nice Chinese restaurant for a birthday party. It was called “ho lucky’s.” Will decided that he was going out for supper. Even if it was alone. He needed to get out of his dreary apartment.
            He had not been living there long enough to establish a sense of “home”. His place still lacked the little things that could make a house, a home. He didn’t have a fancy kitchen theme, like the apple border, and apple salt/pepper shakers he grew up with. He didn’t have antiques displayed around his TV room. “hell” he thought, “my TV room doesn’t even have one picture”.He decided that after supper, he was going to go out and buy at least one decoration for his house. Everything  had to start somewhere, and his was going to be with this one decoration. He thought maybe a unique art work, or even a little knick knack, like a metal figurine.
            And with that, he set out to supper, trying on a new outlook on life. Although it was a mild night, he decided he could take a taxi. No point in getting sweaty or fatigued before supper. He could always walk home and work it off.