𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟏𝟖. ♛

❝-because...I don't know actually.❞ I shrugged.

❝how are you darling?❞ My mum asked from the kitchen.

❝I'm well. How are you Mrs. May?❞ Chrissie replied. ❝I'm living.❞ My mum joked. The girl laughed.

As Chrissie took off her shoes, I quickly rose the phone up to my ear, and whispered, ❝Freddie-,❞

❝hang up, I fucking dare you...❞ Freddie huffed. ❝no, I wasn't going to do that.❞ I informed, ❝I was going to tell you that I'm not going to be near the phone, so-.❞

❝what's so interesting about the phone?❞ Chrissie questioned. I jumped, not realising how close she was behind me.

❝nothing!❞ I put the red phone on the island counter.

She squinted her eyes at me, then simply shrugged, and sat the bar.

Perfect.

Freddie's nosey self can hear the conversation.

❝my boy's growing up.❞ My mum wiped a fake tear off of her cheek. ❝Mother!❞ I hissed in embarrassment.

I heard Freddie chuckle on the phone, along with my mother, and Chrissie.

My mum sighed, ❝I guess I'll leave you two be.❞ She then begun walking back to her room.

❝so,❞ Chrissie tucked the few strands of her light brown hair behind her ear, then propped her chin in her palm. ❝so...what?❞ I chuckled, slowly feeling awkwardness invade my body.

❝I- I don't know.❞ She smiled a bit, ❝how's school for you?❞

Wow.

Does everyone start a conversation with that sentence?

❝it's going well.❞ I replied. ❝how about you?❞

She grinned, ❝good.❞

It grew silent, then I heard Freddie fake yawn and say: ❝booo, you guys are bor-ing. You guys should get the World Record of: The World's Most Boringest Conversation.❞

I shut my eyes and rubbed my temple, keeping my breathing steady, and holding in my laughter.

❝are you ok?❞ Chrissie asked.

No. I'm not. I have a friend on the phone who keeps making jokes and won't shut up.

❝yes.❞

She probably thought I was going mad.

❝so, um.❞ I pursed my lips, starting up a conversation, ❝did you pass the Pre-Calc test?❞

Chrissie bought a finger up to her lips, chewing on her red painted fingernail. An innocent, child-like grin slowly grew on her face, showing that she clearly didn't pass.

❝what did you get on it?❞ I smirked.

❝a 63...❞ She confessed, looking at the floor. Then she asked me, ❝what did you get?❞

❝a fucking A...❞ Freddie mumbled.

❝a 97.❞  I smiled. ❝of course...❞ She rolled her eyes.

Ok, Brian. Enough with the school shit.

❝Chrissie?❞ I queried. She looked at me, lifting an eyebrow. I dropped the subject about school and flatly said: ❝I'm sorry to say this but, we need to talk.❞

❝oh shit...❞ Freddie covered his mouth, getting ready for what I have to say.

❝why did you kiss me?❞ I crossed my arms.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

❝answer me...please.❞

She looked away, fiddling her thumbs together, ❝I-. Um.❞

❝quit that, 'I- um...I dont know'. Hurry up and answer the fucking question!❞ Freddie yelled.

My eyes widened, realising how loud Freddie actually was.

I glanced up at Chrissie, but it seemed like she didn't hear it.

I hope she thought it was my mum's telly.

❝did you do it because of homecoming?❞ I simply asked, probably saying her answer. ❝yes...I did.❞ She nodded.

❝why?❞ I furrowed my eyebrows. ❝you normally go with me every year, so I thought you had forgotten about me...❞ Chrissie softly explained.

Well, yeah. I did forget about you because I just begun a new relationship with Roger.

❝I didn't you forget about you.❞ I lied, but feeling a very small percentage of empathy for her.

❝yes you did.❞ Her voice went cold, ❝but you didn't want to hurt me, right?❞

I swallowed in fear, ❝no, no, no. That's not-.❞

❝you fucking liar!❞ She laughed in disbelief. Then she creepily went calm, ❝who's that blonde boy you're always with?❞

❝please don't be stupid. Don't say his name...don't say his bloody name...❞ Freddie said to himself, but not as loud for me to hear.

❝none of your fucking business.❞ I said, feeling the air around me suffocating.

❝oh, wait. You don't need to tell me. I've heard his name plenty of times.❞ Chrissie smirked, looking into my eyes, and not giving up on her mischievous grin.

❝Roger Taylor is his name, right?❞ She queried, her eyes wondering up at the ceiling. ❝am I right?❞ She darted her green eyes down at me.

I said nothing.

❝I'm not dumb, Brian Harold May.❞ She said, ❝I'm also not deaf. You rung up one your friends, and tried to be fucking slick, telling me you don't know why you have the phone in your hand, wanker.❞

❝actually, they were already on the-.❞

❝shut your bloody, lying mouth!❞ Chrissie practically yelled at me.

How come my mom can't hear all of this?!

❝Brian,❞ she shook her head, ❝you're the one of the smartest kids in the school, but you act so stupid with me- at your fucking bungalow.❞

I stared at the red phone that was off the hook, hoping that Freddie was still listening.

❝I've got to go.❞ She said.

She slid off the bar stool and made her way towards the door.

She grabbed her shoes and slipped them on. She looked back at me and warned, ❝all I have to say is: watch yourself.❞ She smiled, shrugging.

Chrissie unlocked the door and yelled out, ❝bye Mrs. May!❞

I saw my mother come out from her room and asked, ❝why won't you stay for dinner?❞

No, mother. Why the hell did you ask that?!

❝I can't. I'm sorry. I just planned to come by and see Brian.❞ She told, ❝-but cheers for the offer!❞

I watched in relief as the brown haired girl walked out of my bungalow and shut the door behind her.

I lifted the phone to my ear and said, ❝Fred...❞

❝Brian...what the hell...❞

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