(Lol, don't hate me.. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)..)
Chapter 15
Joey's P.O.V.
I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table. I pick it up right before it fell on the floor and answered it.
"Hello?"
"..its not like he's going to answer anyway." I'm not familiar with this voice but he seems to be yelling.
"Hello!" I say again while turning around to see that Thomas is still sound asleep on the other side of the bed.
"Joey?"
"Shit." Michael, I should have blocked his number.
"No, please don't hang up, I just want to talk." He sounds sincere but tired.
"What do you want? You broke up with me, remember?" I say into my phone while getting out of bed.
"I know, and I've made a mistake." I huff as I slip on my slippers. "Okay, I get it but can we please talk?"
"We are talking." I say stepping out of my room and closing the door silently behind me.
"No! Shit, I mean, can we meet up and talk at like the park or something." He sounds so different like he can't think straight. Is he doing okay? He was my friend first, and I still care for him.
"Uh, sure. Are you alright?" I asked leaning my back on my door.
"Yeah, I just have a hangover." Michael never drinks too much, he either has wine with me or he has a beer. I remember him telling me about how much he hated the thought of people getting wasted drunk.
"Oh, so when do you want to meet up, at the park?" I look down at myself to see I'm only in my briefs. I turn around go back into my room.
"Um, I don't know." I hear the same voice in the background as Michael pauses. "What about tomorrow at 2?" Who the hell is that? And why is he talking to him while he's on the phone?
"Sure." I say pulling on some pajama pants and a t-shirt.
"Uh, I'll see you tomorrow then." He sounded so unsure of himself. who is this guy, is this even Michael?
"Bye." I sigh and look at the time. 7:12 am. Ug I'm up and no there's no way I'm going back to sleep now. I leave my room and go into the kitchen to see my mom.
"Hey." I say to her while grabbing Honeycombs from the cabinet.
"Morning," She opens her mouth to say something but closes it, looking like she is debating over saying something. I grab a bowl, spoon, and milk as she figures out what to say. "Did you have a boy over last night?" She finally asks me.
"Yeah," I wonder where she is getting at with this.
"Did you guys use protection?" She asks and I nod while stuffing my face.
"Good, where is he? Are you gonna let me meet him?" I laugh because my mom is so crazy.
"He's in my room, still asleep." I say chewing.
"You just left him and didn't wake him?" She says cleaning up the mess she made while making her breakfast.
"Humph, your right." I'm an idiot. I pour more cereal into my bowl before taking my bowl upstairs with me.
I walk in and he is still asleep. Man does this guy sleep forever. I sit on the floor and inhale my cereal. I want more.
"Joey?"
"Yeah?" I jump onto the bed and cuddled into him. He laughs.
"Why were you on the floor?" I look up at him and kiss his lips.
