✺ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✺- Josh Kiszka

Part 20

The next morning when I woke up, the sun was beaming through the half-open blinds from the living room's single window. I squinted my eyes open and groaned, looking around the room. Violet was lying on her stomach opposite to me with her legs laying over mine and one arm dangling off the edge of the couch.

I gently picked up her legs and pushed them to the side, removing the blanket off of me as I got up off the couch. I made my way into the kitchen, passing the bags of empty chips and water bottles that littered the floor.

We had stayed up until four in the morning, watching all of the movies we had picked up the night before.

I looked over to the microwave's digital clock, glowing a bright neon green in the kitchen's dark lighting.

2:13 pm

I rubbed my eyes and leaned against the counter, sighing deeply. School would be over soon. I thought back to the night before about Josh and our talk. A smile crept onto my face remembering that he still wanted to hang out together this weekend.

I walked over to the cabinets and grabbed out two cups. The cold of the tiles felt nice on my bare feet as I walked over to the fridge.

I filled up both cups and walked out of the kitchen, then back to where Violet was still passed out on the couch.

I sat the cups on the side table next to her head before pulling off the fleece blanket she had draped over half of herself. This elicited an unappreciative grumble from the pile of pillows under her head.

"It's two in the afternoon," I said to her still half-asleep self.

"Don't care," She mumbled, not moving. I then noticed her phone lying next to her dangling arm on the floor, sparking an Idea.

I grabbed my phone to pull up her contact and called her, ensuring my ringer was off. Her phone began to ring, eliciting more groans from her.

"Hey, Sam's calling you." I said, snickering as she scrambled up from her awkward position on the couch, searching for her phone. When she found it lying on the ground and picked it up, her panicked look faded to annoyance when she read my name on the screen.

I laughed and leaned back into the couch while she flopped her face back into her pile of pillows.

"You bitch," She groaned, flashing me her middle finger. I was still laughing as she propped herself back up and rubbed her eyes. "Not funny."

"To you," I replied, opening my phone. "There's water for you on the table."

In the corner of my eye, I saw her grab one of the cups and down the glass in fifteen seconds.

"Thirsty?" I asked, smiling as I looked up from my phone to her.

"A little." She replied. "I think it's the nerves."

"Nerves? Are you talking about your date with Sam later?"

She nodded as she stood up from her spot on the couch, stretching her arms out above her head.

"Don't be," I replied, looking back down at my phone, "You've already done it once, and this date will be a lot more calm."

"Thacalmerhing, the first date we were out in public the whole time, just talking about likes and interests and getting to know each other." She replied, "I've never been alone with him for more than a few minutes at a time. If he gets all sentimental and expresses his feelings I don't know if I can reciprocate it, I'm not good at that."

"But you feel the same right?" I asked, turning my phone off and setting it next to me.

"Of course I do, but I'm terrible at expressing it. I'll get all awkward, and I don't want him to think I don't feel the same because of it." She began spiraling, stressing out more as she began to bite at her nails.