cellular sentiment ꨄ ceedee lamb

ꨄ i

you jolted awake as you felt the vibrations on your face.

"huh?" you say eyes still shut.

"damn what took you so long to answer i called you thirty eleven times." the voice on the other side made you smile.

"hush cedarian, i was sleep." you mumble turning over eyes still closed.

"thats all you do is sleep." he says and you roll your eyes- or try to at least.

"what do you want man, why you call me this late?" you ask trying to sound annoyed.

he just laughs, "its 6 oclock in the evening almost 7, aint shit late about it, and i thought you said you was gone watch our game today just lies." he says teasingly.

"hush yall ass. probably lost anyways, you know you sorry." you laugh.

"shii, i dont know who you talking to but im far from sorry." he sasses back. you cant help but laugh. "nah, but forreal though i was just trying to see what you had planned tonight."
you finally open your eyes and the light from him dimly illuminates your face and he glances down.

"you so pretty." he smiles and you blush immediately dropping the phone.

"oh my God please stop."

"im forreal- you know i always tell you that." he says and you roll your eyes blushing even harder.

"thank you but anyways im not finna do nothing hell i may get up and cook but then its right back in bed for me- i got work tomorrow. i already got my gown on and everything."

"which one? better be the one i got you." he says.

"and is, what should i cook? steak and potatoes or shrimp fried rice?" you ask getting up and going to the kitchen.

it felt good, natural even. it had become a little routine that you both felt comfortable in. he would call youd answer, yall would chat about anything-everything under the sun and inevitably your fall asleep on him but he would never hang up.

how you managed to become friends was purely some twisted sort of luck if you could even call it that. after your mom passed he was the one that got her number and when the messages started sending in blue instead of green you werent quick to notice, so when you had a particularly shitty
day and texted her number

'mama, i wish you were here. i need you now more than ever.'

and received a message reading

"im sorry but i think you have the wrong number. it will be okay though'

you almost broke down. luckily he was nice enough and allowed you to vent and the rest was history. a friendship blossomed even though it was only cellular.

"if you dont prop me up so i can see." he griped.

"omg youre so needy." you sigh propping him-the phone- up.
he laughs, "whatever hmmm i think shrimp."

"hmmm i think not." you say grabbing the steak.

"bro what the hell, why you even ask then." he says smacking his lips.

"cause i can." you say and you just know he's rolling his eyes.

"if you say so, but ima hit you back, this my momma calling me."

"ok be safe."

"i will, talk to you later." and the phone clicks. you hum as you begin to season the two sirloins, quickly reaching over to turn on the stove.

its crazy how life works. youre just a history teacher at a small high school in your area and one of your best friends is the biggest player in the state.

"who would have thought"you mumble to yourself thinking about when you finally realized who he was.

one of your students had worn a jersey with his last name on it and you found it a bit peculiar, so you texted him.

'u have a cousin or something in the nfl? one of my kids got on a jersey w yo last name'

"is u being fr rn'

"wym?'
'omg you is Imaoooo 😭😭 go ask him who jersey he got on'

'wtf js tell me'

and he left you on read

you put your phone down and huffed.

"hey garret, who's jersey do you have on?"

"ceedee lamb, excuse my language miss but he cold as hell." and as soon as the name came out of his mouth your stomach dropped.

"o-oh ok. it-its nice." you barely stammer out before picking up your phone.

'YOU PLAY FUCKIN FOOTBALL WTF'

''😭😭😭😭😂'

'omfggg ts crazyyyy& u aint tell nb shi'

needless to say he got an earful that night when you two did finally get on the phone.

you flip the steaks over on the cast iron skillet allowing it to sear then place the potatoes on a baking sheet and toss them in the oven.

you grab your phone and go to see where cee is, but you notice his location is off.

'where tfu at & why that damn lo off?'

he immediately reads it

but you see no text bubble.

'wowwww read ight bet.'

then you throw down your phone and almost instantly its a light knock on your door.

confusion washes over you as you furrow your brows together.

"who is it?" you call getting on your tip toes to see out of the peephole but its just dark.

you sigh and unlock the door opening it only enough to peek out and low and behold its cedarian with a big goofy smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.