Phoneplay (translation)

Part 7 ✉

Him: So, are you feeling better now or you're still recovering from yesterday ?

Alyssa: Take a guess.

Him: Well, I don't really know, we're saturday, and I have no way to know how you are, as we don't have class.

Alyssa: Good point.

Him: So?

Alyssa: No, let me tell you, I'm completely good. As you pointed out yesterday night, I threw up -quite elegantly- in the garden of someone I don't know...

And I almost evacuated all the alcohol I had in me, if you wanna know. This morning, I didn't even had a headache.

Him: You deserved to have one, Darling.

Alyssa: Excuse me?

Him: You drank a whole damn lot, you deserved a huge headache today, it would have given you a lesson.

Alyssa: Oh, come on! I'm sure you drink and smoke as much as I do.

Him: I don't smoke.

Alyssa: Seriously? Well uh, I'm sure you drink as much as me.. In general.

Him: What do you mean by "In general" ?

Alyssa: Yesterday, you told me you only drank one beer, I'm sure you were making an exception. You wanted to stay clean to spy on me. And maybe to not be tempted to reveal me your identity.

Him: You may be right, Darling. But don't exaggerate. I'm not addicted to the bottle. The times I've been drunk can be counted on one hand.

Alyssa: Little player.

Him: If I don't drink like an endless hole like you did yesterday, it's to prevent myself to through up in someone's yard. No underlying meaning huh.

Alyssa: Stop it, I'm already ashamed enough.

I sigh as I swing my legs a little harder backwards and forwards to keep me far from the soil. I'm on my swing, alone, at the back of my huge garden. My hairs fly everywhere and the cold wind crash onto my pale skin. I like it. Coming here, be alone just for a couple of minutes, avoiding to become crazy when listening to my parents, to swing in the air. The swing, is something for kids, but I like it so much. I don't know but with this thing, I feel light and free. I have the impression I can escape my family and I think my parents prefer to see me outside rather than behind my computer.

Our music plays softly in my headphones, making my heart beat harder each second. I like it more and more, this music. She becomes a little more significant each time I listen to it. I know the lyrics by heart, now. It may be stupid to say, but this song gives me chills, because I really have the impression that it's been written for us...

Him: What's up, Aly?

Alyssa: Nothing in particular, you know. It's saturday, I have to stay with my parents, who say that we don't see each other enough during the week. Bullshit. I think we see each other enough. Anyway, nothing to tell, I just had a very long day. And you?

Him: I'm going to the bowling  with some of my friends tonight.

Alyssa: Lucky you. I've never played bowling.

Him: You have never had a bowling game, Aly? But I what kind of family do you live?

Alyssa: The stuck kind, who doesn't want to wear shoes that have been worn by a bunch of people, and who completely refuses to put their finger on a bowling ball. Because, as would say my mom "It's full of bactéries those things"