You know those amazing moments when you wake up feeling amazing; the sun shining, you're in a great mood, the atmosphere is 100% comfortable? We all of those mornings...
Unfortunately, today is not one of them. I was waken up abruptly, the sound of my phone ringing making me jump. My sight is blurry and my eyes barely open, but I manage to grab my phone and look at the caller ID. A picture of Daniel covering his face is the only thing I can see, but without a second thought I put my earbuds in and answer.
"What?" I grumble as I drop my phone on my bed. A deep chuckle comes from the other end of the phone.
"Well good morning baby doll." Daniel chirps, causing me to roll my eyes at his happiness. Morning people irritate me to my core. I mean, who can be so happy after waking up? I'm super groggy and angry when I rise, even if it's on my own accord. Everyone in my house loves mornings, except for John, so I pretty much get yelled at every morning for being "Una niña grosera" or "a rude little girl".
I close my eyes and groan, making Daniel laugh again. "Come on, I'm not that bad Nida."
"Are you sure?" A dramatic gasp comes from Daniel, that causes me to chuckle a little bit. "Kidding-"
"I swear, all my years I have never met someone as rude and inconsiderate to another humans feelings. I mean my God baby doll!"
He rants like that for a few minutes, while I close my eyes and attempt to sleep a little. His voice, even though dramatic and whiny, is sort of lulling me to sleep. Damn, he comforts me even when we aren't in the same room. That has to mean something.
Speaking of which, I'm starting to think that Daniel means a lot to me. Like, more than average. Even though his balls got threatened last week, he still has stuck it out with me and made me... happy? Ugh, I hate feeling vulnerable.
Daniel huffs and ends his rant. "Done?" I mutter.
"Yeah."
"Good. How do you wake up so early?" I keep my eyes closed but start to play with my nails. Playful conversations like these are what make the world go round. I literally have never had conversations like these with a male before. Maybe because I dismissed all boys from my life, but haha that's not important.
"So you know about beauty sleep?" I nod then realize he can't see me so I mumble 'yes'. "Well, my beauty sleep need to be kept on schedule to stay this gorgeous. If I sleep any more than my schedule, I would be way too pretty and just imagine how the world would react-"
I laugh loudly before quickly covering my mouth so no one else wakes up. "You poor thing."
"But if I sleep any less than my schedule, I would get less pretty and that would be, oh my gosh." He exaggerates.
"A tragedy." I say with a smile.
"So, to keep the world intact, I sleep on a schedule." This boy is crazy and will probably be the death of me. We stay in comfortable silence for a few seconds before Daniel breaks it. "You know we are facetimeing, right?"
"Uh, yes." I quirk a brow, trying to see where he's getting at.
"So it's my time to see your face. Even though your ceiling is very sexy." I laugh again and lay on my side.
"No, I look like mierda in the morning." Over the past few weeks, Daniel and the other boys have been picking up on some Spanish (mostly the curse words) so we can say things freely and won't have to translate. He knows mierda means shit.
"Aw, please baby doll." I groan again.
"I thought we were done with the whole 'baby doll' thing." Daniel laughs, putting a smile on my face.
"We were, but I got to thinking and I like the nick name so I brought it back."
Finally, I pick up up my phone and sit up so he can see my face. My hair is messy and all in my face but Daniel smiles nonetheless. "There she is." He says under his breath. A blush creeps up on my that I have to force to go away or else it will break my façade.
We begin to talk for a few minutes when Daniel's face contorts in confusion. He narrows his eyes in an attempt to see something behind me. "Nida, what's that?" I turn my head and look at my night stand with a charger, my dad's letter, and a hair brush.
"A charger." I deflect but he shakes his head.
"Nah, the letter." The blood drains from my face and I bite my lip trying to think of something and quickly. He won't give up finding out about my dad.
"It's just a letter my dad sent me. No biggie." I shrug but I can tell that he isn't buying it. I know he's going to ask a shit load of questions and I'm going to lie, he'll get upset, I'll say a mini sorry and we will get on with it. I hate this so much and I'm so tired of it. I wish I could tell him but I just can't. He wouldn't understand. Like 0%.
"Why haven't you opened it? He's your dad, it may be important." Suddenly, I get angry. I'm done fighting with him about this. He needs to mind his own God damn business mess.
"Why don't you EVER mind your own fucking business?" I retort. Now he's visibly angry and so am I. Daniel looks at me, appalled and upset at the same time.
"Why don't you ever open up? You never talk about your dad!" His voice is slightly raised and I challenge his tone with my own. He will not win this one, even if I have to see his cute face angry.
"I can't! Deal with it! I don't know shit about you so why am I obligated to tell you my deepest secrets?" Daniel scoffs and turns his head. I kinda feel bad for cussing and getting angry. He just asked a question-
NO! You will not feel sympathy! You will fight him so he'll understand.
Okay, fine.
"You never ask Nida! You have yet to ask me about my past! I'm trying to get to know you and you push me away!" Dammit he's right. He's absolutely right. I'm being unfair. The guilt and sadness rile up in me making me say:
"Daniel-"
"No."
He stares at me with angry eyes and I feel the tears coming in my own. I'm such a horrible person. Damn it. Suddenly, he nods like he made up his mind.
"Fuck you Nida. You're right, you do look like shit in the morning."
And then he hangs up.
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[A/N]
Hi loves. I'm sorry! I know! But everything was too happy. I can't be a writer without making y'all feel emotions and too much happy gets stale, you feel me? Alright, I love you guys. Bye homies.
~ Erica Letta
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