As I start to open my eyes I feel weird. Good weird, but weird. No pain from my neck or back, and there's nothing lodged on my face. I feel... not tired. It takes me a minute to recall what happened last night: the kid. He was... comforting me, and unlike usual... I... don't hate it? I'm not usually this sappy with anyone, except maybe Pepper or Platypus, maybe it's cause we've never met and don't have to meet? Yeah that's probably it.
About 10 minutes later of trying to get up and thinking about last night, I decide to text them first, picking my phone up from my bedside table and opening the messaging app.
Tony:
Morning Kid, beat ya to it.
About last night, thanks again.
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It's only now that I see the time, 8 am. 'I texted a teenager.... at 8 am.... on a Saturday.... probably won't hear from them until-', I don't even get to finish that thought before 3 little dots pop on his end; He's texting.
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The Kid
!MR METAL
You texted first again
Good Morning
Tony
It's Saturday morning Kid, what are you doing up this early?
The Kid
It's only 8 am, not that early
And I can't let the day go to waste
Tony
Good ethic kid.
The Kid
Thanks Mr Metal
Also... about last night
Not to push
And you don't have to answer if you don't want to
I don't want to be rude
Tony
Just spit it out kid
The Kid
Ok
Well...
?Did you apologise
?How'd it go
Tony
No
I haven't apologised, not sure it would work anyways
The Kid
?Why
Tony
I told you yesterday, I just hurt them.
They probably just think of me as a coworker more than a friend anyways
The Kid
Doubt it
...Mr Metal, the way you talked last night, how concerned you were
I could feel the guilt, they're not your friends, they sound more like your family
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A year to Remember. Part 1, the Wrong Number
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