He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Chapter Three: To Call or Not to Call

That Monday I woke up with the image of blue eyes dancing in my head. My chest felt full and for once I was excited to start the day.

Not even the sound of my annoying alarm clock screaming it's head off could put me in a bad mood. In fact, I found myself dancing to the melody as I sat up on the edge of my bed and breathed in deeply, letting the silver of sunlight that was creeping through my bedroom window bring more joy to my heart.

Typically, mornings were the worst for me, especially Monday mornings, but the memory of what had taken place the night before was so fresh in my head that it made being awake that much better.

I hummed quietly to myself as I got myself ready: opening the thin, white curtains covering my bedroom window to let in the shinning sun, taking a quick shower and picking out my outfit for the day, before calling Maya on face time while I got my breakfast together.

"Do you have any idea what time it is over here?" Maya's groggy voice filled up my quiet kitchen.

I tried to suppress a giggle, but it was so hard. Maya's typically angelic voice often ended up sounding like someone who smoked about twelve packs of cigarettes' a day when she woke up in the morning and it was always funny to me.

"5:30 am," I shouted over my shoulder, as I reached up into the brown cupboards sitting over my kitchen counter to grab the bag of Keeble I kept up there for Coco.

"Then, why are you calling me?"

"Because I knew you'd answer," I said as I dropped the heavy blue bag on the floor.  The thump immediately garnered a reaction, as the the sound of tiny feet rushing into the room mixed with Maya's tired chuckle.

"You have to be up in thirty minutes anyway," I continued.

"Yes. Thirty glorious minutes that I could be spending sleeping. I don't know what you New Jersey people do, but here in Kansas, we sleep in." 

I sighed and nodded my head, as I gently pushed Coco's vibrating body out of the way so I could pour her food into her bowl.

"That's true, but then you wouldn't be able to hear about my fun evening with Theo Hayes."

I paused waiting for what I said to fully register in Maya's brain. It didn't take long, as the air stilled for just a second, before a loud "What?!" came ringing out of phone.

Allowing Coco to enjoy her breakfast, I placed the Keeble bag down near her and rushed over to my kitchen island to pick up my phone and look at Maya.

Unfortunately, her bedroom was shrouded in darkness, as the early morning sun had not fully risen in Kansas yet, so I couldn't see her reaction. I could hear her whispering to someone off screen, though.

"I'm sorry, baby. Go back to sleep," Maya said to Nico, her fiancé, her scream probably waking him from a peaceful sleep. 

There was the sound of shuffling on her end and two different doors opening and closing, before Maya's face completely took up the screen in a lighter room. I tried to hold back a laugh as I looked at her, Maya's morning face not doing her beautiful tan skin, full lips and doe eyes justice.

"You're being serious?" She asked, once she had gotten settled in this new room. 

"Hand to God."

"Faye?"

"Maya!" I said with a giddy laugh.

I tried not to be insulted that she was questioning me so much, since I understood her reasoning. Maya and I had known each other since we were thirteen and I had been madly in love with Theo Hayes for about as long, if not longer.