When I'd decided to fall asleep around six o'clock in the afternoon, I was practically buried beneath all the pillows and blankets I'd gathered from around my room.
And once my phone went off, I was startled enough to jump.
I saw the obnoxious blue light coming from the screen and I knew I was getting a phone call... didn't bother to wonder who, though.
I reached for it with the little energy I had, and flipped the horribly bright light towards my face. It was Addison.
Once I took a moment to realize that it would stop ringing soon, I sighed and held the phone up to my ear, "Hello?"
"Hi... are you asleep?"
"Mostly." I grunted.
I didn't bother to ask why she was calling, because I knew she would just tell me anyway, "Put on some pants and come outside."
I groggily sat up. I was confused already into if I was even willing to drag myself out of bed. No matter what her reasoning was.
I peeked through the curtains to see if she was outside. And in the dim-blue, six o'clock lighting, Addison stood on in the middle of my yard with the phone to her ear.
I just watched her through the glass, "What do you want?" I tried my best to not sound rude.
"Just come outside." She said, finally and slipped the phone into her pocket.
And I groaned. I didn't even want to leave my bed let alone go outside.
I didn't want to talk to anyone right then. I was half asleep.
But I knew she wouldn't leave.
So I kicked my feet off the edge of my bed and threw on a pair of sneakers- careless that I was still in pajama shorts.
Walking down the stairs and out the front door was a process that required more energy than I had, but I managed to do it.
She greeted me, more welcomingly than I thought she would, "Hey," she said, gently, "I heard about what happened."
And once I'd stopped moving and stood in front of her, I looked her in the eye, "How?"
"That doesn't matter." She said. Then she opened her arms, expecting me to go for a hug. And at first, I didn't want one.
I just wanted to stand there with a fresh attitude and pretend I wasn't so weak.
But I was.
I couldn't help it.
I walked closer to her, shutting my eyes. I didn't want to cry or to say anything that made me sound dumb, so I let her do the talking, "I'm so sorry." She said, hugging me to where I couldn't move my arms.
I sighed and then did my best to resist the tears that were already burning.
"Have you heard from Connor at all?"
And I shake my head.
There wasn't a word from my best friend for a week... and it didn't really hit me that it was so strange until then.
And she backed up a little, so she could see my face, "Not once?"
And I shake my head again.
She seemed so surprised.
"Do you think he's still weirded out from the other night?"
I scoffed, "Probably."
And then her voice got quiet, "Does he know what happened?"
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Imperfect | est. 2015
Teen Fiction"but that's the fun part," she says, "you can't tell a soul."