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The phone rang the next morning. I was drinking tea and reading the newspaper. 9:04 am. I struggled moving. I needed to decide in such a short amount of time. One ring had already passed.
FUUCKK.
I didn’t want to talk to him but I didn’t want to not talk to him ever again. I selfishly wanted him to keep up with me. He cared, and I shouldn’t act like that comes around in your life all the time.
3 rings.
I rush up from my seat and ran to get my phone from the living room table. I quickly answered the phone.
“Hello?” I say
“YES, YOU ANSWERED.”
I laughed and I could feel him smiling through the phone. I could do that. Picture his reactions to what I say in my head. I could see him.
“Why did you answer?” he continues, his voice a little more serious now. I got quiet. Why does it matter?
“I don’t know why.”
“How don’t you know why.”
“I don’t know- sometimes we do things that don’t make sense and have no thinking process but we do it anyways. I also-ugh- I don’t want to talk to you, but I don’t want to never talk to you. Why do I have to say all the stupid things, I always sound stupid and weak around you, I hate it.”
I could feel his grin on the line. He was trying to hide it like it was bad that he was smiling-which it was because it made me feel really stupid- because it wasn’t a laughing predicament.
“Stop smiling! I know you, you’re laughing at me.” I chortled.
“How did you know I was smiling?”
“I can tell,” I awkwardly start, “ I don’t know-just- SEE, your making me feel stupid again.”
He laughed. His laugh was smooth like the sea.
“I’m smiling because you are amazing and weird and quirky and I like it. You are refreshing and you picked up the phone and I don’t know why because I feel guilty for having you.”
I choked. I was trying to process his confusing information as well as him compliment at the same time. I wanted to smile but I also didn’t. I am so weird.
“Why do you feel guilty? And by the way, you don’t have me, no one does, I am not a toy, I am a human being.” That kind of annoyed me. He takes a step forward then a step back…
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Fanfiction"one day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers.And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass...
