𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
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I think today went pretty good. Everyone seemed convinced.
It's pathetic, I know, I but I loved being her boyfriend today. Even if it's not real, she was mine to everyone at school. I got to be so close to her, even kiss her cheek. I swear, I think I'm addicted to her.
I look down at my phone and fight every bone in my body not to call her. Come on, Asher, that's so desperate. You'll freak her out. My fingers move before I have time to think it through and suddenly the phone is calling her.
It went dead at 3 rings so, yeah, she's being stubborn again. I smile to myself slightly and press call again. Well, it's official, I'm whipped.
Finally, she answers and her voice fills my room. "Hello?"
"Hello, love," I smile cheekily, twisting in my desk chair.
"Hi, Asher," she sighs.
"Well, someone's in a good mood. Whatcha doing?"
"What do you want, Asher?" she says like she's annoyed.
Oh, right, what do I want? I probably should have thought of an excuse to call before I actually did. "Um, nothing, just wanted to say I think we really convinced everyone today."
Nice, totally didn't sound nervous.
"Yeah, I guess so," she says quietly.
I sit up a little and cross my arm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine, Look, I've got a lot of homework, I've got to-"
"If we're going to do this you've got to talk to me at least a little," I push. A second of silence goes by.
"My friends, they just, they're not thrilled about this. Especially Austin," she says.
I think for a minute. I really don't have any friends, I don't know how to help her. But I can't let her be upset, I have to at least try and help.
"You guys seem pretty close," I start. "I think that when you're that close with a person, almost any argument can be resolved. Just give it time, he'll come around."
She stays quiet for a minute. I hope I said the right thing. "Yeah, hopefully," she says quietly.
She seems nervous. I don't think she's a very sentimental person, she doesn't really like to talk things out. So, to try and savor her good mood, I clear my throat and bring up a new topic so I can keep talking to her.
"So, what did you change my ID to?"
"Huh?" She says.
I smile to myself. "My caller ID. C'mon, don't tell me I have to tell you everything about relationships," I groan playfully. She stays silent for a moment.
I wonder if she's ever even had a boyfriend other than Jones. And if that didn't go well, then she probably doesn't even know what a good relationship is like. What couples do. I want to teach her. I will teach her.
