The Mystery Continues...(VW2)

Chapter 8: How are you Rose???

I checked my Whatsapp while walking down the street to my house, and saw that Alan had added a second number to our Sus trio group. We had two groups - one with all the five of us, me, Sam, Robby, Alan and Paul, and the second one consisting of only me, Alan and Robby. It's in the latter that Alan had added his second number because all three of us were admins there, but in the former group, he had tagged Robby and asked him to add his number because Robby was the only admin there. However, Robby hadn't seen this yet, so he didn't reply nor do anything about it yet.

I tried adding Alan's other number but I couldn't because as I told, none of us are admins in the five-people group, except Robby. He's the one who created this Whatsapp group but forgot to add all of us as admins.

So I just sighed and left it on read, then checked Instagram to reply to Adam. I know, I could wait till I get home, but no, that's not my thing. If after I reach home and take my phone, grandma or mom would probably start pissing me off about how irresponsible I am just because I took my phone out right when I reached home and all that. Yes, I agree I'm irresponsible sometimes, but not as frequent as these adults say. Plus they speak like I'm some old woman with a job, a husband and two kids when I've not even come to tenth yet. Just why?

That's when I noticed the other notification in between my thoughts. A notification from WhatsApp specifically, that is.

I instantly switched apps and decided to reply to crazykid later, because well, he did have me blocked for two years, it's not like I'm supposed to be replying to him very early like he does or anything. He owes me his early replies for his one year of blocking unlike me, who still kept stalking him and relentlessly waiting for him to come back to me. After all, he did have a brother-like side to him when it comes to me, and I liked that. One of the traits of being an only child is that you like it when others find you like a sibling, especially by giving you the same care and protective-ness like how a real sibling does. I know siblings aren't really like that, but still. They can be sweet if they want to, and Adam was like that with me. At an extreme, I've even felt like I wanted a brother like him. Or for him to be my brother itself, because, why not? We're already friends.

I came back from my thoughts again when I noticed the WhatsApp message I'd gotten. It was from an unsaved number, which meant it was an unknown one because I've saved the numbers of most of my classmates and relatives. But once I read the message - actually, 3 messages -, I realized that can't be possible and it must be someone I know.

"Heyyo!!

How are you Rose???

Long time..."

I read out loud, then immediately checked the profile like I do on Instagram when the person is unknown. I realised that this person must be someone I know because if not, how can they know my name and talk as if they're an old pal? I did have an idea of someone who talks like this, but I'm not sure...

There was no photo or name on the profile. Maybe there is a profile photo, I'm just not able to see it because the number is not saved in my phone, I realized. So I saved the number as :) and rechecked his profile photo eagerly, coming face to face with a familiar face.

My face instantly brightened up, and a wave of excitement of meeting my old best friend again brought me into intense joy. He's back?? No way! I thought I'd lost his number forever because of a simple mistake I made. But now he's back, this is officially the best day of my life! 

I never thought I'll meet my old best friend, my part-time therapist, and the most gentleman-ish and kindest guy I've known who tops all the guys in my class.