You Can Paint Me

Chapter 10

Sunday morning.

It's Sunday morning and all I've been doing for the past one and half hour, is talk to the phone with Felix.

But not just your typical phone call with your male best friend.

No, honey. No.

All we talked and stressed about, was how on earth could we make the MinhoxMia ship happen.

I didn't even sleep well tonight, because a certain someone called me at 2 a.m. at night, crying about another certain someone that didn't come to the stadium on Saturday, like he normally does.

And if you haven't figured already what I'm implying here, let me enlighten you.

So, apparently, Mia called me last night. And the phone call went like this:

"WHY DIDN'T HE COME TO THE STADIUM!?", a very crying mess yelled from the other side of the phone, making my left ear bleed.
I could feel the headache slowly building up from her screaming.

What is wrong with this girl? At two a.m. even?

Why did I picked up the phone? Wrost decision of my life.

Why was I even up this late in the first place?

"Wow, wow, WOW. Mia, calm down please. It's 2 a.m. in the night, don't scream like that, your neighbours will call the police if you-"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE RIGHT NOW?!", she interrupted me and continued crying like a baby.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed in frustration of my best friend's arrogance.

"Honestly, no. You don't seem like you care. But please, at least consider that it's night and I'm having a headache. So, keep it down and tell me what's wrong, okay?", my voice was so raspy at that moment, that it sounded like as if I had been smoking for years.
"Whom are you talking about?", I asked her, even though, I was well aware that she was crying about Minho.

I didn't thought she would become a cry baby over this boy.

I heard her sniffle from the other side.
"Don't play dumb, Liv. You know who.", I could practically see her glaring at me.
"I know that you have figured it all out already, EXEPT HIM AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO RIGHT NOW.", she started yelling again.
"And- and I-I thought that I could handle it and that it wouldn't get worse, b-but I cried the moment I s-started eating the popsicle till now a-and I CAN'T STOP!", she said between hiccups and uncontrollable crying.

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So, yes. I didn't get any sleep because of her...

Sigh.

And I even felt bad for her, that I had to do something about it. So the next morning, the first thing I did, was to call Felix and tell him about this...unfortunate incident.

My poor ear still hurts...

But, even after talking and discussing what we could possibly do, nothing came out. So, we agreed to figure something out on school tomorrow. Hopefully I can sleep peacufully then.