for him [bxb] ✔️

10 // the first phone call

Wrinkled ripped blue jeans. Blue polka dot button down, unbuttoned to reveal a plain white Hanes tee shirt. Stretched out black socks. Hair curly and untamed under a grease stained Mets baseball cap. This is what I was wearing the evening I called Emerald.

It was 7:25 pm on a Friday night and I sat under my soft yellow ceiling light that illuminated the pale pink dial up phone sitting in my lap. In my right hand was the slip of paper with his number scrawled in a unique print.

The phone rang once, twice, three times before the line was picked up. The quiet voice of his spoke with a tone of nervousness, if not fear. I didn't know what the fear was until he told me years later.

On that phone call that ended up lasting until 9:56, I learned countless thing about the boy who clarified his name was Connor, specifically spelled with an o. I was baffled at the amount of interest he made me feel toward him and I wanted everything to know more.

I asked him if we could see a movie at the local cinema the next evening.

He replied with,"That would be lovely."