It's Too Late

Chapter 3

Emily's POV

I woke up being blinded by the sun shining through my window. I slammed my head back down onto my pillows wishing I could go back to sleep. Flashbacks came flooding back putting a huge smile on my face. That reminds me, I left Ross' phone number in the pocket of my shorts. I searched the floor of my room and my closet and couldn't find the shorts.

"Okay, Emily, don't panic. They have to be here somewhere", I said to myself. "The bathroom!"

I sprinted down the stairs and searched the bathroom floor, no where. Don't, freak, out.

"MOM! Where are the shorts that I wore to the concert last night?!?", I asked trying not to freak out.

"In the laundry!", she answered looking at me like I was crazy. I ran to the laundry room down in the basement.

"They're not here!", I yelled still frantically searching for them.

"Emily, calm down. They're in the washer. I'm sure you have plenty of other shorts to wear", she said making me freeze.

"What?", I asked hoping what she said wasn't true.

"Those shorts are in the washer", she repeated. I immediately opened the washing machine and searched for the shorts. I found them towards the back of the machine completely soaked with water.

"Emily, what are you doing? What's wrong", my mother asked clearly irritated with me. I searched the back pockets to find the slip of paper with Ross' number on it smudged across it. You can't even read it anymore.

"It's ruined", I whispered looking at the slip of paper that's all soggy.

"What is it?", my mom asked trying to look at it.

"It WAS Ross' phone number", I said wanting to cry.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I should've checked your pockets, but you normally never leave things in your pockets. I'm sorry sweetie", she apologized hugging me on the cement floor. I just shook my head.

"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have left it in there", I said looking at the wet shorts sitting on my lap.

"There's got to be some way you can contact him", she said. I shook my head again.

"Not really, unless I tweet it to the world and that's not really an option", I said.

"I'm really sorry. Is there anything I can do?", she asked getting up off the cold ground.

"Waffles would be nice", I said looking up at her, She just giggled and went back upstairs to hopefully make me some waffles. I put all the wet clothes back in the washer. Maybe this is a sign that it wasn't meant to be with Ross and I.

I went upstairs to my room and got dressed into high waisted shorts, a black V-neck, my all black converse, and I tied a flannel around my waist because I like to. I combed my hair and left it in second day curls. I went down stairs and put on my everyday makeup. I didn't feel like putting my contacts in so I put my glasses on. When I was done getting ready for the day, my waffles were done. My dad and I ate our waffles and made small talk. When I was done, I brushed my teeth and went out to ride my skateboard around.

I plugged my ear buds into my phone and blasted What You're Missing by R5. As I was skateboarding I wasn't paying attention and hit a crack making me slide right onto the concrete. I scraped my arm and my knee pretty badly so I went to the gas station around the corner and got a tiny first aid kit. I walked to the park that was around the corner from the gas station and sat on the ground to fix my arm and leg.

While I was fixing my leg. I heard someone yell heads up. I looked over confused and a football hit me straight in the face.

"Who knew heads up meant heads down", I said holding my nose.

"Are you okay?", the guy asked.

"Not really, I lost a special person's phone number and now I've become a human punching bag", I said realizing how much today sucks.

"Is that why you haven't called me?", he said. I froze and then looked at the mystery guy. It was Ross. "I think these are yours", he said grabbing my glasses off the ground, "They don't seem to be broken. Is your nose okay?", he asked kneeling on the ground next to me.

"Yeah, It should be", I said wincing as he touched it. He then gently put my glasses back on my face for me. "Thanks"

"No problem, what happened to your arm and knee?", he asked helping me off the ground.

"I fell off my skateboard", I answered. He just laughed at me. He took a pen out of his pocket then wrote something on the back of my little fabric first aid kit.

"Don't loose this one. Who knows if we'll run into each other like this again. I got lucky this time", he said grabbing his football. He gave me a hug whispering, "Call me, please" Then he ran back to I'm assuming his family. Today went from being the shittiest day ever to being the luckiest day ever.