insane

now - missed calls

The light shined on his sheets and woke me. I lifted my head up and found everything like it was at night. I have no idea what time it is or how long I've been sleeping.
I got out of the bedroom, his shirt hanging loose, showing of my bare knees but still covering the essentials parts. I opened the door and saw Emmett sleeping at the couch, holding the remote. I sat next to him, turned off the tv and placed my head on his lap, trying to rest beside him.

"You're awake." I turned to him when I heard him mumble but his eyes were still closed. I checked his watch, it marked 10 am and remember to check my phone.

I got up, reached out for my bag and searched for my phone. 4 text message, 10 missed calls and 3 voice messages from Evan and 5 missed calls from my mom.

"Fuck." I swear out loud. Evan must be really mad me for not warning him about anything.

"Is it your boyfriend?" Emmett asked, awake too, stretching his arms.

"He's not my boyfriend." I said in a harsh tone. I get up and read Evan's texts.

5:22 pm "Where are you?"

2 missed calls.

5:30 pm "Just answer me."

2 missed calls.

5:50 pm "Very funny. Silence punishment. Ha Ha."

4 missed calls.

6:50 pm "Lola, where are you? Let's grab some Chinese food!!"

2 missed calls.

"Lola." I pressed to hear his voice message, at 7:29. "Just tell me where the fuck are you! I'm gonna seriously kill you, 'cause you are killing me. Where are you? Okay, call me back."

"YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME, RIGHT?" his yelling made me jump to the wall behind me, my hand covered my opened mouth and I felt my knees crack to his anger. "GOD, I FUCKING HATE YOU SOMETIMES. YOU'RE MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND." and I fell down to the floor, Emmett quickly came to my rescue asking repeatedly what happened. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU."

I brought my knees close to my chest, shoulders were shaking from crying. I could imagine Emmett's face regretting the moment he let a teenager into his home. Then I realized there was still one message left to hear, sent three hours ago, should I force myself to hear it?

"Lo." his tearful voice came out. "I'm so stupid." he broke in and cried. "I love you, Lo. Come back home." Evan stopped to catch his breathe. "I'm-I'm sorry. Please-" he chocked again "I know you're angry at me and I was mad at you too." his voice cracked at the end, his speech wasn't coherent. "Whenever you want, come back. Come home."

My hysteria stopped, now I'm just paralyzed, glued onto Emmett's shoulders, his arms around my body, stroking my hair. I raised my tearful eyes to his face. He understood me without speaking, so I got up and went to his bedroom to change into my dress again.

"Lola!?" I quickly called my mum. "God, sweetie, where are you? We were worried about you!! Evan called us crying, the poor boy lost his mind!"

"Yeah." I finally got the chance to speak. "We had a huge fight so I left."

"Lola is alright, yes!" my mum shouted back to my dad. "Oh, honey, just see how he is."

"I will, I will."

"But, where are you now?" my mum repeat the question that my dad made her.

"I'm... I'm at a friend's place." I assured them. "Okay, I'm gonna go now. Bye. Love you guys." I ended the phone call, taking a deep breathe.

"Don't go." he said blocking the door.

"Emmett, don't do this to me." I turned to him, fixing the ending of my dress down to its place. "I have to go."

He nodded his head in answer "I'm never going to see you again, am I?", he concluded.

"I don't know." I sigh. The thought of forgetting the light blue of his eyes and the contours of his cheeks when he smile made me start to regret going away.

"Well." he approached me, grabbed my hands, took a bow in front of me and kiss them. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Lola." he raised his eyes to mine.

He then lift his arms up and twirled me around, only to make me end in his tight hug. He kissed my forehead and then my lips. One last time.

I looked back, realizing I was ending Emmets chapter in my life when I closed that door.

I walked to the subway, 20 minutes later I was at my apartment door. Just like I had been before, on the other side of the door, waiting for him. What would change this time?

So I finally go the courage to open the door. I couldn't help to smile just thinking of seeing him again. He's here, laying in bed, under the sheets still sleeping. I looked around and everything is upside down, the whole place is a mess, clothes everywhere, glass shattered on the floor, a pile of dishes to be washed. I made my way to him and kissed his shoulders. Evan turned his head to me, slowly opening his eyes.

"Hi." I whispered with a smile on my lips.

"Don't touch me." he said, pushing me off his body.

"Evan?" I started to tremble, feeling weak again. My head is spinning around while he just continues to look at me repulsed.