No Plans.

I had no plams for this sunday evening, so when I got home, I threw my bag in a corner, fired up my computer and chose some music. I wanted to grab a beer from the fridge, but there were only a few left. Fuck. So I unpacked the most important stuff, then I hit the internet for some reseaech but no matter how long or for what keywords I searched, I couldn't find anything even remotely useful to me. So I meditated. Focussing on my breath I cleared my thoughts and noticed my senses wander. In the next flat, I sensed Diane. She appeared to be focused on something, maybe she was studying. There were also a couple of other people present whom I did not recognize. I kept focussing on my breathing, giving these still strange sensation as little attention as I did with my own thoughts, I noticed my senses coming back to me eventualy and I entered a truly relaxed state of mind which I could hold for quite some time before I finished meditation. Now what else was there to do?

I skimmed through some of the more esoteric texts I found in the library, but nothing really catched my interest. So I hit Pornhub but then I decided, to just take a walk, get some drinks from the gas station first and have at least that problem solved today. So I prerolled a joint, just a small one for the road, grabbed a lighter, jacket, shoes and went outside. When I stood in the hallway, I noticed movement in the flat next door and I heard Diane's voice: „Shit!” I smiled, „what's up, Diane?” Not long before the girl with the long, smooth dark blonde hair opened the door. In my needy, perverted brain my inner cinema exploded. She was wearing a tight old bandshirt that clinged to her body tightly revealing the outlines of her breasts as well as her bra and even showed her belly button. Her legs were covered by a pair of old loose trousers made of a soft fabric. It hid her legs alright but it also emphasized her wonderful, wide hips and propably would have revealed just enough of her round ass, to set the remains of my inner cinema on fire. Her hair, was bound in a ponytail, simpel and practical. Luckily I managed to close my mouth just in time to not make a fool out of myself. „D! Your heaven-sent!” „You know, heaven and I, we have our differences.” She laughed faintly. „I habe been hitting the books all day, working on a paper that I am supposed to turn in tomorrow and... Fuck! I won't make it, well not as planned and I figured, I could just use a drink. But guess what! These useless drunkards I call my flat mates, they drank it all. Not a single drop left!” I smiled. „Say no more. Your prayers have been answered. I am just about to walk over to the gas station and get an emergency fill up for our own stocks.” I produced the joint I prerolled. „Care to join?” „D, I won't get the paper...” „Don't worry. I'll take care that.” „Yeah, not sure I want that.” „What? No! I won't write your paper for you! I'll just get you some more time. Trust me.” „And how exactly are you going to accomplish that, huh? Are you going to sweet talk Professor Smith into giving me extra time?” „I can be very charming, you know?” „I'm doomed! My Neighbor is a lunatic! Smith never gives extra time - to nobody - and I'm... Ah fuck it! I'm fucked anyhow. Wait a second while I get dressed?” I was more than tempted to influence her in a way so she would let me watch, but I wasn't sure of that. Especially since she would propably remeber giving me permission to watch or something, and that would be a weird memory. Keep a low profile, remember?

I waited while she got dressed. When her door opened, I glanced at the chaos in her room: books an clothes layed scattered on the floor. CDs and novels, books marked as property of our university library, papers, some dishes. I liked it. It had a nice natural touch, like someone actually lived there, you know? „I'm sorry for the mess,” she said as she emerged, having changed her trousers for some ragged denim, wearing a pair of old converse and a hoodie jacket. „Don't be. It's the same in my room... Well, not always, and I need some space to... sit and meditate.” „You meditate?” „Yeah”, I answered somewhat shyly. „Why?” „Ah never mind. I just didn't figure you that way.” „There might be a lot of things about me, you don't know.” „Oh, really? Consoder me intrigued, Mr. Well, I used to meditate a lot... What say you now” „I have to admit that I am only mildly surprised. I always figuered you kinda the hippie type” „What? Me?”

Sonwe talked on our way to the gas station. It was only a ten minutes walk, but we took a detour through a quieter street where I lit the joint and passed it on to her. For the both of us, this was just microdosing, but it was nice sharing a smoke with someone. And we had a nice talk about our backgrounds. Turned out, I wasn't wrong with my assumption about her. Her parents were the alternative type and that had rubbed off on her appearently. At the gas station we grabbed some drinks, I decided for some additional snacks and then we hauled our booty home. „Hey Diane, thanks for the company. When are you supposed to hand the paper in?” „Well, I thank you, D. Smith is expecting me in her office tommorow at 11.15.” She sighed. „Still some time, I guess.” „My offer still stands, Diane. I'm serious. I can get you some extra time.” I mase eye contact with her as I said that and I reached out. Feelings of insecurity and stress clouded her thoughts like a heavy grey fog, shrouding a possible threat. That paper was important to her. „That paper thinh is putting you under a lot of pressure?” „I need to pass that course and I really need to pass it with her. It's... kond of a personal goal” She was talking about future plans. Through the fog I could make out a distant light source, the path to it heavily obscured and dangerous. Was that how she visioned her future? „I can see that. Never mind the paper, Diane. Cheer up. I will get you the extra time. Come on in?” I opened the door to our flat. „We have a few bottles in the fridge.” „Hmm, warm beer alone or a cold beer with a lunatic?” „You know, I will get you that extra time, and then you will owe me an apology.”

Finally she accepted to accompany me. I placed our drinks in the fridge and got two chilled bottles out. I opened her's and handed it over, „cheers.” She clinked botles with me and I walked over to my room, to start some music. I specifically remembered a poster from her room and fired up something I deemed close to that. Slow riffs and heavy psych rock sounds rolled through our flat as Diane appeared in the door. „Who is that?” „Ruby The Hatchet”, I replied smiling. „Like it?” „Yeah. Nice groove. Hey, you filthy liar! You said your room was a comparable mess! It isn't!” „Come on! I have half of my stuff unpacked and the only reason you're not seeing amy dishes is because I wasn't here over the weekend.” She sat on my bed, placed her bottle on the floor and grabbed my book. She layed on her back, taking a closer look on the cover. „Wow. The electric kool aid acid test? Really, D? You into the classics?” I smiled, „Congratz! You're the first person to recognize that one.” „I know it from my parents.” „I said I took you for a hippie girl.” She snorted and sat next to her admiring her body as she layed on my bed and taking in her flowery scent as she skimmed through the chapters in my book. I reached out again. The path to the shining bright light was still heavily obscured, sorrow and insecurity still veiling much of her thoughts with a heavy, almost impenetrable grey fog. But the landscape of her mind had widened considerably. Good. She hadn't forgotten about what was stressing her out, but she had escaped the grasp of the frustrating topic of her paper to some extend.

I sat there, took a sip from my bottle and couldn't keep from admiring her body further. Her round breasts rising with every breath. The softly tanned skin of her belly. Fuck, she was a sight to behold. I shifted my attention from her body and to her mind again. As she flipped through the book, childhood memories popped up. Obviously her parents weren't just a little bit on the alternative side. She had had a few hard times because of that in school until she assumed a more contemporary rock girl style. Among her memories I looked out for a specific one: The first guy she had been with... Ah no, not that one... Surely she must have had other partners... Ah. That one looked promising. Their relationship was short lived but he left her with some pretty intense memories. I dug some of them up and looked at them more closely.