Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

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[Hayley]

"Lynn, you can't keep up with this. It's the same every time. You two have sex, you think everything is going to get better, and then you get hurt when you find out she is doing similar things with other girls. If you don't want that, you have to make it official or end it. This has been going on way too long." I do my best to help Lynn with her problems with her ex, but I sound more like a mother than a friend right now. But maybe she just needs to hear it.

"You're supposed to be on my side, you ass," she smiles.

"I'm serious. You two seemed so happy together when y'all were dating. I'm not saying you two need to be getting back together, but if you're so anti-her-being-with-anyone-else, then make it official." She sighs, and drops her hands into her lap.

"Shut up," she says. At first she tries to give me a serious look, but it quickly transforms into a smile. I give her shoulder a gentle push before removing my phone from my pocket.

I haven't been on my phone much today, only really when Lynn texted me to tell me she needed me due to a crisis. I rushed over, only to discover she's heartbroken yet again after discovering Alexa had hooked up, as far as we know, with someone else last night.

I head onto Twitter, wanting to tell everyone how dumb Lynn is.

@yelyahwilliams: my best friend is dumb. Why am I even friends with her?

I send out the tweet, and then hit the tab on the bottom that redirects me to the notification area of my account. A few retweets, some likes, and a few new followers. I click on the new follower part, wanting to see if anyone is worth following back.

I scroll all the way down, after not following any of the people back, and find one at the bottom that catches my eye. It's Taylor.

My most recent tweet, aside from the one I had just sent out, is about him. The tweet said "Just saw a dude from high school. He's still hot." Oops?

Maybe he didn't see it? Oh god. Maybe he doesn't know it's about him? I guess my worrying is obvious, because Lynn speaks up.

"Uh, you alright?" I look up from my phone to see her sitting with her chin resting on her knees, and one brow of hers is raised. But only the special one, the one that's partially shaven and probably nobody else could pull off for the life of them. Yeah, that one.

"Yeah. Um. Not really. I don't know," I stumble along my words, eyes glued to my bright screen once again. She stands up, and walks over to see what my attention is turned to. She knows something is wrong.

I shut my phone off, shielding it from her. She glares at me and leans over so she's closer to me.

"Gimme," she requests and continues glaring. I sigh and shake my head a tiny bit. I still do turn the phone back on and go on to explain what happened.

"Okay, do you remember that guy Taylor York? He went to our high school. I told you I ran into him recently ," I begin. She places her hands on her hips. She takes a seat on the edge of her bed, listening closely to my every word.

"Alright, well, he followed me on Twitter."

She stares at me for a moment. "And?" she's confused, being as how I haven't explained what the bad part of this is.

"Oh, yeah. My last tweet, aside from the one I just put out, it was about him," I explain, and click the tweet. I show her the screen, and she leans forward to read it.

"So you're nervous that he saw that, I'm guessing?" She asks. I nod. I receive an eye roll, causing me to give her leg a gentle punch. "You've gotta calm down, Hayles. He went out of his way to follow you. Not like there's anything wrong with you, you're the greatest. But he's practically famous and decided to find you and follow your stupid ass," she teases. And another punch is given to her lower leg, from where I'm sitting on her bedroom floor. She gives my side a kick.

"Should I follow him back?" I ask nervously, chewing on my bottom lip.

"Even if you wanna play hard to get or something, him unfollowing you won't be too fun, would it?" She brings up a valid point. I return the follow and sigh.

"What time is it?" I ask her after setting my phone down. I could've checked before putting it down, but now I'm too lazy to lift it back up. She sighs as she checks her own phone.

"It's 6:13. Hey, wanna go get something to eat? Or we can stay in and order pizza."

I pause, wanting to decide what's best for tonight's dinner. "Chinese food!" I exclaim, acting way more excited over a meal than I should be.

"Chinese food it is," she smiles and stands up. After walking to retrieve her laptop, she takes a seat on the carpeted floor, right beside me. I rest the side of my head against her shoulder, as she finds the website for a nearby Chinese food restaurant.

"What are you in the mood for?" she asks, and turns her head a tiny bit. I shift the laptop so that it's slightly facing me. Scrolling down the menu in search of something new, I choose to instead keep it simple.

We order our food and sit downstairs by the door in her home, growing impatient. If we were still in highschool, we'd be living it up right now, being how neither of her parents are home. But now, doing such a thing seems like too much. She goes on her phone to see the tweet I had sent out. She tweets me back, even though we're right next to each other.

@lynngunnulfsen: @yelyahwilliams You're friends with me because you love me and nobody else likes you.

@yelyahwilliams: @lynngunnulfsen okay you're right

Our back and forth tweeting, even though we're in the same room, really shows how bored we are. I just want my food. As if on cue, the doorbell of Lynn's house rings, causing her to rush to the door.

I follow her to the door. When answering, there's a young man on the other side with dirty blonde, or very light brown hair that stands up just a bit. A beard covers his face, and something about him just seems...familiar. I glance at the man's nametag. Jeremy.

Jeremy stands there as I stare at him. Lynn doesn't think anything of it, but Jeremy gives me an odd look when he glances up. Lynn notices my behavior and nudges my arm. I'm brought back to reality and clear my throat.

We're told the cost of our meal, which Lyndsey pays for. I hand him a five dollar tip, which is probably not all too generous. But it's all the money that I had brought along with me.

"Have a good night," he says before turning back around and heading back to his car. I felt the urge to ask him if I knew him from somewhere, but something about that seemed extremely weird.

"What was that about?" Lynn asks after shutting the front door. I give her a confused look. "Staring at him. What was that about?" She asks.

"He just looked familiar from somewhere. I don't know. I'm probably going crazy. Let's eat." Her questioning ends when I remind her of the delicious food that is in her arms.

Her and I enjoy our unhealthy food as we watch whatever we can find on Netflix. I try to push the thought of our deliveryman out of my mind, but now I'm genuinely curious as to where I've seen him before. Oh well, maybe I'll never know.