The girl on the bus

Chapter 6: Where is she?

Zed
Tilly. It has to be her.
"Hi, Tilly?" I type back trying to confirm my suspicions. I'm so tired, but I can't fall asleep, she has me wide awake now. It takes her five minutes to see the message, but I can see the three dots appearing, she is writing something.
"Yes, haha sorry I forgot to add my name, the first text must have been creepy" the text pops up in my phone.
"That is okay, how have you been" I go for a safe option, inducing a small talk
" I'm okay, you?"
"I'm fine, so what is up, is there something wrong?" I type in worried, I told her to text me if something happened so I'm assuming the worst
"Nothing, to be honest I just wanted to talk to someone"
"Oh well I'm here" i reply

So that is where it started. It's now 3am and we are still talking. The conversation keeps on going based on random questions she thinks of. I now know her favourite colour, which is pink, and I know that she adores books and likes the smell of strawberries. It feels weird, getting to know all of these tiny details, when I barely knew her before.

"So what about you?" I get a text like a minute later
"What about me?" I reply
"What is your favourite colour?"
"Pink" is type in and wait for her response. The truth is I never really thought of my favourite colour, no one has ever asked me something like that. And I do like pink, it reminds me of her.
"How old are you?" She asks instead, changing the subject
"I'm 21" I answer, now a bit nervous, how old is she even. A sudden fear runs trough me. What if she is really young?
"I'm 19" she texts without me even asking. Relieved I start to type back but another message makes me stop
"Shit, it's really late, I have school tomorrow, I need to sleep" I laugh a bit at her remark
"Okay, good night" I reply switching off my phone, not really expecting another message after that.

Groaning I check the time. It's ten am and I'm still in bed. There is no way I can make today productive. I'm going to lay in bed all day. I plug out my phone and there is an unread message.

UNKNOWN

"Good night :)"

Shit, so she did text back. Should I text her or something? I'm really bad at that kind of decisions. I roll around the bed trying to decide. Whatever I think to myself as I type in another message.

"Good morning" i send the message and my phone dings right away
"Hello, are you in the gym?" I smirk at her message,
"Nah, I had a match yesterday so I'm free today" I reply
"Did you win :)"
"Yes ;)" I text back, smiling uncontrollably. I'm probably going insane.
"Hey can I ask you something" I smirk at the message, what is she thinking about
"Yes ofc" I type in
"When is your birthday" she asks
"Are you one of those astrology girls, are you going to calculate if I'm a red flag?" I laugh typing
"Maybe ;)" she replies
"It's 4th of April" I reply intrigued
"Really? Mine is April 23rd" she replies
"So what does it mean?" I type "am I a red flag"
"No, it says that you are a sincere soul"
"What does it say for you?" I type, sure that it's going to be the same
"Hurt angel, it's really cringe" she answers
"Do you have any siblings" she asks right away
"One brother wbu ?"
"I also have a brother"

And so it went on. We texted for hours. It felt like I have known her all my life, but in reality it's a day. She told me all about herself, well at least that is how it felt. She has a dog, named Brownie he is a golden retriever. She lives with her mom and brother in meadowbrooks. So Luke was right, she probably was Kai's classmate or something, and it feels even more crazy that I had been there yesterday and could have drove by her house and didn't even notice it.

For the whole week I have been in a weird Tilly induced trance. We have been texting a lot, we even had a video call, so she could show me her dog. It's Friday and we have texted all week by this point, I can't even focus on anything else besides her. I have had my last training session for this week, and Luke asked me to come over since he is bored out of his mind. So that is what I'm going to do, I'll visit him today.
I let the water drip down my face while I shower. I'm really sore, I had a heavy workout session in the morning and it shows. I somehow managed to lift my shoulder so I guess it isn't that bad after all. I wrap a towel around my torso and get out of the shower. I need to get dressed. The closet door squeaks as I open it and pull out my sweats and a hoodie. I'm no fashionista by any means, due to my profession, my attire consists of sports wear but I like it being oversized. I own like a pair of jeans and I barely use them, so they just sit in my closet waiting for their time.