How I Met You

Chapter Six

-Chapter Six-

I stared at my phone as it rang. Holy guacamole, I didn't expect that. At all. 

Suddenly, I was in a fit of panic, my breath quickening,  along with my heartbeat.. What should I do!? I can't just not pick up! 

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I picked up my phone, pressing the answer button. 

"Hello?" My voice came out in an inaudible whisper. Clearing my throat, I repeated myself. "Hello?"

"Alex?" A male's voice replied. My name sounded so good coming from his mouth. 

Oh. My. Google. He's real? Well, of course he's real! I can't believe I'm talking to someone who I met  by accident. I can't even believe that we became "friends". I can't even believe-- Wait, I'm mentally babbling. 

"Jake?" I asked.

He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, this is Alex, right? Wait, stupid question. I know it's you."

Yeah, it was a stupid question. "Actually, no I'm a fifty year-old guy who lives in an ice cream truck.And my name's Berny." I smiled, wiping the palm of my left hand on my sweatpants. 

I heard him laugh from the other end of the line. "It was fifty-four, not fifty."

"Close enough, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"So you're not an old man?" I asked cautiously. Jake sounded far from an old guy. He sounded eighteen, as he said he was.

"I guess so. And you're not a thirteen year old girl?" he asked.

"Nope!" I popped the 'p'. 

"Question," he responded after a few moments of silence. 

"What?"

"Did you think I was a creepy old man?"

"Uh....I didn't think you were a creep... I thought you might be a creep." I laughed nervously, trying my best to lighten the mood. Someone chuckled in the background, and trust me, it was not Jake. I pushed this aside though.

I could tell he was smiling, which made me smile. "Oh, and I have another question!" he told me.

"Yes?"

"You should send me a picture of yourself. You know, then I can see what you look like." I paused, but before I could say anything, he added something else. "Not that I want to be a creep or anything. I'm just curious."

Honestly, I wanted to know what he looked like too. "That's not a question."