From Mystery to Romance

A Xander Chapter: To call her, or to not?

Should I call Emily, or should I not? That is the question.

Will she be happy when I call her, or will she not be happy? That is the question.

Will she be annoyed that I called her, or will she not? That is the question.

To stop saying Shakespeare's quotes from plays, or to not? That is a question I can answer.

So I stopped.

My dad walked into my room and saw the piece of paper North gave me, "What's that?"

I looked at the paper, "The numbers of North and Emily. North gave them to me."

"Did you call them yet?" My dad sat on my bed.

"No, I'm still thinking about it," I confessed.

My dad shrugged, "If I were you, I would call them," 

My dad left my room and I was still staring at the paper.

I sighed and grabbed the paper.

Maybe I should call Emily.

I dialed her number and a sad voice answered, "Hello?"

"Were you crying?" I asked as that was on the top of my mind.

"Who is this?" Emily asked.

"Xander," I told her.

"How did you get my number?" Emily asked confused.

"North gave it to me," I confessed.

"Oh," She said in a sad voice.

I took a deep breath, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Emily said.

"You just sound sad," I said.

"I'm fine. Why did you call me anyway?" She asked.

That was the question.

Why did I call her?

I didn't even know why.

"I...was just calling cause I was bored." I laid down on my bed.

"Well, I can't help you with that," Emily yelled.

"Oh, come on! Anything juicy going on?" I asked.

"Well, North did come up and talked to me today," Emily said.

"No need to thank me," I smiled, "I told her that you and her can get along."

"Wait, you told her to talk to me?" She asked surprised. 

"Yeah," I confessed.

"Did...did you tell her to talk about Judith?" Emily asked.

I sat up, "No. I just told her to talk to you."

"Oh. Because that's what we talked about." I could hear Emily's voice getting sadder.

"Oh," I said.

There was a bit of silence.

Then Emily said, "Xander, I know you hated Judith and me. But do you ever miss her?"

I huffed, "Yeah, I do."

"How come? I thought you hated me and her. Especially when we were together." She asked.

I sighed, "That's what I miss. You and her being together."

"R-really?" Her voice was soft. 

"Yeah," I said trying to keep the conversation going.