Picture Perfect Night Sky

37 ¦ Margaret Fellice

I'm so glad she got time to meet me, but I'm gladder that she's back in town. Dennise Viola, the girl I met in high school along with Nancy. We became friends in some strange circumstances, really. I can't really explain how we became friends, we just did, and it was the best decision we ever made.

Scanning all around the restaurant, we agreed to meet up here, and she implicitly told me to just enter the restaurant and look for her. For a while I couldn't find her, but just about I was gonna snatch my phone to send her a message, I hear her voice murmuring my name to catch my attention. I follow the voice to my left and I immediately see her waving her arms up, and of course I wave back at her as I walk towards her table.

"Hey, sorry for making you wait." I pull my seat and sit down, smiling widely as I can. I'm just really excited to finally talk to her again. "How are you?"

She smiles, the same excitement I feel is very visible in her dark chocolate set of eyes. "I'm actually quite good."

"Still have the long hair, eh?" I try to reach in for her silky-smooth hair. God, I fucking miss hanging out with her.

She flips her hair back, "Of course I still have it. It's my signature hair anyway."

"I fucking miss you so much!"

She chuckles softly, "Don't worry, Mags, I missed you too."

"God, I hate that nickname so much." She chuckles once again, but this time it's quite loud that the people beside us give a quick glance towards our direction. "We have so much to talk about since you were gone."

"Oh yeah? Even about how you finally met someone for your heart?" She gives me that wide grin filled with mischief. She's really filled with mischief and that's the reason why I was influenced by her. Her mischievous ways went towards me as we hang out even more. The longer we hang out, the more mischievous I become, and I fucking love that.

"How the hell did you know?" Another thing that's amazing about her is that, she reads tarot cards. Perhaps she foresees this while she was reading tarot cards. "Is it because of the tarot?"

"Pfft, no." She crosses her arms, "It's because of how you message me. You message like you are love struck to someone." Oh, do I really sound like I'm love struck? She waves her hand around, "But enough of that, tell me about this person that makes this Ace-Demiromantic girl fell romantic love for the first time?" She raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to mention a name.

An ace-demiromantic girl who fell in love to someone who's a hetero. I still couldn't believe it. Letting out a deep breath, preparing myself to tell her his name. "His name is Jacob Pierce."

She lets our quite screech, covering her mouth with her hand. Suddenly, a vibration from my phone caught my attention. Part of me wants to ignore it because I don't answer phone calls, but Dennise seems to have sensed that my phone is vibrating. "You should answer that. What if it's this Jacob you were talking about." She gives me another sly grin.

I groan at her, knowing that there's no way he'll be calling me. Snatching up my phone and to my surprise, he is calling me. What the heck? What does he want? I mean, this better be an emergency and not some reason for him to annoy me. "I better take this."

"Don't worry, I can wait."

I stand up and head over to the bathroom to answer this call. The last thing I want is Dennise silently laughing on our conversation. I close the door behind me, letting a deep sigh, preparing myself to answer a phone call. Whatever he needs from me is limitless, and the only way to know is to answer his call.

"Hey, what's up?" I try to pretend that him calling me didn't surprise me at all. I just hope he isn't calling just to annoy me.

"Hey, Maggie!" Thank God, he couldn't see me, because if he can, he'll for sure gonna tease me for smiling like an idiot. Him calling isn't the reason why I smile, it's how happy he sounds through the phone that makes me smile.