CALL ME
Wake up. A silent little voice struggling to wake me up.
I opened my eyes and look at the clock, It's 1:44am. I can't remember the time I drift away to sleep. I reached for my phone and check if there's any messages from Frank, or Lee. or anyone really, there's a few from the team that I didn't bothered to read. I went straight to Frank's and Lee's.
FRANK : Sorry about the call earlier, I'll call you tomorrow and make it up to you, I promise. Goodnight, I love you.
LEE : What are you thinking about?
Shit, oh yeah I purposely ignored Lee's messages earlier and I feel bad for not replying. I took my chances and asked if he was still awake after sending my "It's okay, I love you too" like the usual to my Frank.
LEE : yep, still up. What's wrong?
I remember once during our high school days when Lee's parents went to school out of nowhere and take him home in the middle of the class discussion. Right, forgot to tell you that even though Lee and I are best friends for like forever, I haven't also meet his parents yet, they're usually abroad anyways. I remember him whispering to my ear before he gets out of the class that his parents are probably bringing him home because he texted them and told them that he's seeing ghosts in the class again. "You better do it too." as he excitedly exits the back door of our room. His and my parents looks the same, his mom with dyed blonde short hair and his dad, I can't seem to recall how he looks like but I bet he's just as good looking as his son. My high school life with Lee wrapped in one will just consist of cutting classes and wandering around town talking about how he sees ghosts when he sleeps but then he knows that he's also awake at the same time and me pretending to be cool about all these sleeping paralysis stuff but sure as hell scare the shit out of me, I just don't tell him.
Lee is sure as cool with me talking about how I fall in love with toxic men in some cheesy teenage Wattpad stories I used to read all the time, he just looks at me with his soft eyes and tell me that hopefully I don't bring my love for them in reality. The love I have for toxic men, the feeling of fixing them to be a better person, for my liking.
"Those authors don't think, they just write whatever is it that comes in their fucked up minds." that was the first and the last comment he has ever given me about my love for reading "shit".
I don't get it, oh maybe I do. It's a little fucked up really to just expect people to change in the name of love, It's torture. I know toxic men just really drain all the good things a good woman have and can offer. There's just something addictive about the idea of fixing people i know, BUT love shouldn't look like a relentless string of sacrifice. I get Lee.
ME : Wala naman but I know it's late and maybe its too much to ask, I don't know if I can sleep again. Can you come over?
LEE : Yep, give me 30.
He lives in another city, 30 minutes away at least. I love that Lee is always available to come to my aid even in wee hours. I'm a little bit excited about seeing him and told him that we should talk and meet outside the house, I need the fresh morning air, the space, being in my dark room really brings out the depressed and the anxious me. And I don't want my parents to think na inaabuso namin yung free pass nya to just come up my room and stay especially at this hour. They won't think anything bad about Lee of course, but it's just me, thinking as a precaution and I want Lee's good image to stay good as it is.
"I see that the pills aren't working anymore" Pabiro nyang sabi while tossing his keys in his pockets after he parks his car.
"I'm sorry for meeting you here, i mean outside, feeling ko nasasakal ako sa loob ng bahay and i need to get out of the room, I hope that's okay with you."
