"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Thirteen.

Tanya's POV.

As soon as I reached home, I texted Darren—I couldn't help it.

I sat on my bed, waiting for a response for what seemed like forever.

Finally, my phone buzzed, signalling a reply.

'Heya!!' I texted him.

'Hey.' He replied.

His short response made me a bit disappointed, but I shook it off, trying to continue the conversation.

'How are you?' I asked, my heart beating a bit faster as I waited for his reply.

'I'm fine.' He responded, his message short and to the point.

I felt a pang of disappointment again, but I tried to push it down.

I wanted to keep the conversation going, to talk to him more.

'You seem a bit.. short, right now.' I typed, trying to seem casual.

I waited for his reply, my heart in my throat.

His response came quickly. 

'I'm just tired.'

I could sense he was being dismissive.

For some reason, it bothered me.

'Do you not want to talk right now?' I asked, my message tinged with uncertainty.

I hoped he would say no, that he did want to talk, but part of me was worried he would say the opposite.

His reply came in, making me hopeful.

'No, I don't mind.'

I felt a small wave of relief, happy that he still wanted to talk.

'Okay.' I texted, a small smile on my face.

'What are you up to right now?' I asked, feeling a bit more at ease.

'Just lying on my bed.'

I could almost picture him, lying on his bed..

The image popped into my head, and I found myself smiling.

'Same.' I replied, 'I'm in my bed too.'

There was a pause before he replied, 'Hm, I see.'

'You know, you could at least make a conversation.' I typed jokingly, curious to see his response.

His reply came through quickly. 'You're one to talk.'

I laughed slightly,

'Rude.' I typed back. 'And for your information, I'm a great conversationalist.'

He responded with a single word. 'Sure.'

'You're mean.' I sent back.

I waited for his response, my heart still beating just a bit too fast.

His reply came quickly. 'And you're annoying.'

There was a hint of humour in his tone, though.

'Hey!' I typed back, 'Just for that, I'm going to annoy you even more.'

'Oh, really.' He replied, 'And how are you planning to do that?'

I smiled, feeling a bit more confident now.

'By spamming you with texts, of course.' I typed back, half-joking.