Those Kinda Men

Prologue

 As Ally Condie once said "Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that." I take that quote very seriously, it's much like something I have heard many of times before; if they were good friends they will notice what they have left and come back. I don't know how I remember these little things but, sometimes they just pop up in my brain and I am reminding myself once again. "Ding!" as the sound interrupts my train of thought. I roll my eyes, 'who is trying to talk to me now? I swear if it is the group chat I am gonna slap one of them tomorrow!' I was talking in my head again. I roll over and groan at the site of all the instagram notifications as I unlock my phone and go into the messenger app. You have one unread message from Caleb Hoekstra.

"Heyy!" it reads, I was pretty confused.I have all these questions, what is so important he needs to contact me at this time? Why is he texting me at midnight?

"Hi..." I reply 'dry' as they call it. We haven't talked in about 2 years. Ever since he got his first 'real' girlfriend. They dated for about that amount of time, we never really conversed much. I always was trying to start a conversation with him but he never really opened up. He was always shy until we saw each other in the summer when he flew in from Arizona. He acknowledges my message and starts typing and then stops. I put my phone on vibrate, close it, and roll back over hoping he won't answer me. I was thinking about all the memories with us two during to past summers. We were close, up until he left, then I would go right back to being shy. I called him my best friend, one day I messaged him and he came back at me with 'I have a girlfriend now' line, right then and there I got jealous, I sorta went off, we got irritated at each other. We stopped talking and we didn't ask to see each other whenever he was in town.

"BUZZ BUZZ!" violently the phone notified me of a notification. "Ugh, really?" I was not in the mood for talking to someone who stopped talking to me.

"Wyd?" I read. "How have you been?" as he double texted me. I rolled my eyes once more and sighed thinking to myself 'I hate people who double text!' He began to type again.

"Nothing, you? And great... could be better, how about you?" I answered before he could send the message he was typing up.

"Just finished basketball practice and I am great also! What do you mean by 'could be better?" He answered curiously and intrigued. I wasn't in the mood for telling my life story for the millionth time this week. It has been harsh enough with my friends joking about it at lunch. I was really debating with myself on this one.