Sorry, Not Sorry

-6

'It's Xavier. I left my bag in your car.'

I hoped that was enough, and just waited for a response. Soon, after he hasn't responded, I give up and message Kitty.
'Do you know where Max is? I left something in his car.' I type.

Soon, three dots appear on both their messages.
'He'll message you in a sec.' Kitty wrote.
Perfect. I wait for maybe a minute before my phone buzzes. My heart is beating too fast at the thought of seeing him again after leaving like that... So awkwardly.

'Meet at bus stop.' He says.
For a message that took a whole minute to write, I wasn't expecting that.

I sigh, going to put my boots back on, but then I realise I can wear whatever I want so just put some slides on, with socks. I walk out to the bus stop and sit. Not too many busses even come through here, and no one waits at this stop. My eyes flutter shut...

-

I'm shook awake by Max. "Are you alive?" He says.

I snort, dreary. "Huh?"

"Good god, why did you fall asleep?" He says "I wasn't that far." He sits down on the bench. "I thought you'd died." He says, popping my bag down into my lap.

"You thought I died?" I say with a yawn.

"Who just falls asleep on a bus stop while waiting on your friend to make a less than ten minute drive?"

I smile, just looking at him. It's kind of dark, and the mozzies are coming out. He seems to have -hopefully- forgotten about the awkwardness earlier, so I decide not to mention it.

"What if I did?" I smile at him.

He ignores my question and looks out at the road. "I'm sorry for earlier." Ok, guess he does want to bring it up. Never mind, then.

I shrug with a sigh. "It's fine. It's my fault for having anger issues." I say.

"Really?" He asks.

"What?"

"You actually have anger issues?" He asks, lookin at my intently with his big brown eyes.

"You couldn't tell?" I say.

"No."

I giggle at him. "God your clueless." I punch his arm, playfully. But my knuckle stings.

"Says the one falling asleep at an abandoned bus stop." He says, looking out at the horizon over the buildings.

My stomach gurgles and Max stands up, wiping his hands on his pants. "Better not keep you waiting." He says. He grabs my hand, pulling me up. "Want me to walk you home?" He asks.

"I'll be fine" I say, slinging the bag over my shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep while walking." He calls.

I hobble off, back home, and at the corner- when I know he's still waiting- I raise a hand nonchalantly and wave back at him.

-

I've never felt this many emotions in one day, but then again I've never had friends. I kick the slides off and wash my hands under the tap.

I pull my headphones out of my bag and hug them to my chest. I put them on my ears and melt into the music.

Suddenly I realise the song is the one Max had been listening to in his car the other day. I'm not sure how it got in my playlist, but I just sit back and listen closer to the lyrics.

-

Why does Max have to have good music taste?
I searched up more songs after listening, and was surprised with how good it all was. Plus, after looking at Max's Instagram I could find more music he liked, wildly different stuff to earlier and it was SO different, and so... good?

It was getting late, and I'd finally climbed into bed, ready to go to sleep, but some demon must've possessed me, because I picked up my phone, and opened Instagram. I copied the link from the song and sent it to him, 'This is the song from the car the other day, right?' I've already clicked send when my brain does a double take and realise what I've just done. It's like, midnight, and I'm texting Max about his music?

It's too late for me to go back now, so I just watch the three dots sit on the screen until he answers.
'like it?' he simply asks.
'Why r you such a dry texter?' I ask, followed by 'yeah I liked it lol.'

I watch the dots tick by for a few minutes as my eyes begin to flutter shut. 'Sorry, haha. Glab you like my musik. Check out my Spotify if u want lol.' He says, attached to a link of his Spotify. I smile at his typos and I click the link, following his profile.
I send him one last message before I doze off,
'Thanks lol. Goodnight.'

-

I wake with a snort, to my phone ringing and light blazing in through the curtains. "Ugh." I say, picking up the phone. Max is video calling me.

Wait no- I'm video calling Max?

He picks up, the camera focused on the top of his forehead and eyes. "Hey." He says, drowzily.

"Sorry" I say, "for calling I mean- I must've butt dialed-"

"It's ok. "

"I mean, face dialed? It wasn't my butt haha."

He looks at me over the bottom of my phone.

"Do you want to hang up?" I ask.

"I'm fine like this." He yawns. "I prefer calls over text anyway." He sets the phone to be leaning against something, so now I can see his full body. He's sitting tucked in his bed looking sideways at me.

I cough, "Sorry for being so blunt last night haha. " I say.

"Blunt?" He says, confused.

"Like- the music and also kinda insulting you for being a dry texter." I ramble.

He smiles at me from where he sits on his bed. I sit up and prop my phone up on my bed like be did. I lay down, my face proper up on my hands.

"Wanna know why?" He says.

"Know why what now?"

He chuckles at me." Why I'm such a dry texter, y'know?"

His dark brown eyes sparkle as the sunlight hits them through the screen. "Sure" I say breathily.

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