You and Me

Chapter 1: Restless Mind

Reed Allen Waters.

Ocean blue eyes, straight nose, asymmetrical face, killer jawline, and this amazing body. I honestly tried not to obsess over it, but damn.
I think I saw his six-pack one time when he yawned and his shirt accidentally lifted.

Oh, and his hair. I always loved the way his golden hair glistened. I considered it his trademark, I bet there was no one else in the entire world that had his locks.

At 6 ft, Reed had a tendency to make you feel intimated without even saying anything, but let me tell you a secret, on the inside, he was a real softie.

What can I say? The guy was hot; even his name was distinctive.

If I remember correctly, Reed and I had been best friends for a long time, four years to be exact. How we met was kind of funny, but it's not something that I want to relive at the moment.

Right now my mind was preoccupied with something else. I'd been taking a walk out on Northcreek street when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. For a brief second I hoped it was him, but I turned around and found my mother.

My eyes widened at the sight of her face. If you ask me what my greatest fear is, I'd say it's my mom when she's angry.

"What are you doing?!" she yelled. "I've been looking all over for you. It's one in the morning!"

"Hey mom!" I answered nervously, " How'd you find me?"

I watched as a wave of emotions crossed her face: anger, confusion, and then anxiety.

Frowning, I set a hand on her shoulder." I'm fine, mom. I was just taking a walk."

That was partly true. I actually left the house cause I couldn't sleep. Usually, it's a bad case of insomnia; you know, when your body is begging you to doze off but your mind just won't shut up.
Yeah.
But tonight, I wasn't even tired, my brain just kept wandering back to what Reed had said to me the other in the park.

Listen to this:
He had told me that I was beautiful.

Beautiful. Me.

Honestly, what an idiot. I was truly the ugliest human being on the face of the earth. The only other person who had ever called me beautiful was my mom.

Im pretty sure that was just because I had cried when a teacher told me I had a "very distinct body type". But then again, we all know parents are obligated to call their children beautiful, otherwise it's like they're insulting their own baby-making skills.

Come to think of it, I was a scrawny little kid.

In the past few years I had gained some weight and shape, but still. I kept wondering was it was about me that he found attractive.

And besides, we were just friends. Weren't we?

My thoughts were interrupted by my mom calling my name. "Cally, are you even listening to me?"

I focused my gaze back on her and instantly felt a pang of guilt. I hated making my mom mad. She worked so hard to make sure I had everything I needed. My dad was out of the picture, he died before I was born.

"Sorry, mom. It won't happen again, I promise."

Stop lying.

I can't help it! She looked so worried.

Then just comfort her, it doesn't mean you have to lie.

I groaned at the voice located in the back of my head. We had these conversations ever so often, but I honestly hated talking with myself. It was like a side affect for having no friends.

•••••

The ride home was excruciatingly slow. Even though it must of took us a few minutes to get there, it definitely felt like hours. At this hour in the night, I'd normally be snoring.

Opening the door, I stepped over Ginger, my fat, lazy cat. Her and I got along, but mostly it's because we shared a lot of common hobbies and characteristics:
She liked to eat, I liked to eat.
She loved to sleep, and I live for naps.
And she never, ever, felt like getting around the house to do something, which is a crime I commit too often.

Striding up the stairs, I took two at a time and then headed towards my room. After I let myself fall onto the bed, I grabbed my phone. This couldn't wait. If I thought about this for five more minutes, I seriously believe I'd try to pick my brain out.

After about 6 rings he finally picked up.

" Hey Reed, you awake?"

"I am now."

I paused briefly before answering.
" I can't sleep. I think we need to talk."

I heard a soft groan on the other side of the phone.  "Is it something important? It's almost two in the morning."

"Actually, it kind of is."

" We'll talk tomorrow ok? I promise. I'm tired. Try to get some sleep Cal."

"Yup."

I sighed as Reed hung up the phone. So much for defining our relationship.

Needless to say, after hours of trying, I finally fell asleep.