Free Falling [Discontinued]

Chapter Eighteen || Lyla

Better late than never, yeah ?! :-) Enjoy - Christine xx

Chapter Eighteen || Lyla 

The beeping of an excited R2D2 chirps loudly, the sound echoing in my bedroom as the device creating the sound vibrates underneath my pillow. I mumble a shushing sound and snuggle deeper into my blankets and sheets, as I fight myself to continue sleeping as the beeping continues.

"Shut it," I mumble and scrunch my face, as my hand roams underneath my pillow until they wrap around my phone and tap the lock button, silencing the sound of my ringtone. My room is quiet again and tightening my grasp on my blankets, sighing in content; only for my phone to begin playing the Imperial March.

My eyes dart open and I huff, pulling out my phone from underneath my pillow. I pull the sheet up to my nose and squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness of my phone, making out the time to be 3:33 A.M and the alien and sunflower emoji, my two favorites, just beneath. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I then bring the phone up to my ear.

"This better be good the aliens are out and I don't want to be awake when they enter," I mumble and roll over onto my side, close my eyes as I snuggled the side of my face back into my pillow.

Kian chuckles into the phone, "what the fuck are you talking about?"

"It's 3:33 A.M," I sigh, "aliens inhabit earth at 3:33."

The opposite end is silent and as I can feel myself falling back into a light sleep, Kian bursts out laughing. I groan and pull the phone away from my ear, far enough to where his voice doesn't vibrate loud static into my ear but close enough for me to still hear his laughter.

"That is the funniest myth I've ever heard," he says in between his laughter. "It's not a myth," I protest and frown, "haven't you seen the Fourth Kind?!"

The phone muffles with static on the other end as if he's moving around, "I have," he breathes into the phone, his voice louder and clearer, "and I know it's not true."

"Then why does it say, 'based on actual case studies.'" My voice deepens as I mimic the tone of the narrator in the movie trailer, which Kian finds funny. "You are too gullible," he states and I shake my head, my hair ruffling on the speaker part of my phone.

Both lines soften without either one of our voices, only the sounds of our breath fanning the speaker phone in sync, waiting for the other to speak. This had become our normal since the night of the party. The night had been eventful, thanks to a couple of drinks and a spoiled bag of Dorito's; yet still, neither one of us had spoken about our actions and I was thankful.

Talking about the little game I apparently had started; which still wasn't finished, may I add, wasn't on my list but still, our little game brought us closer. Texting during the day, some phone calls and FaceTime at night, and casually, every now and then, sneaking out of each other's bedroom door at night.

Groaning, I roll over onto my left side, holding the duvet closer to my body with a death grip on the material underneath my chin. I pull the phone away from my ear and open my eyes halfway so I can check the time on the phone; 3:41 A.M, 7 minutes into the call.

"You're staying up with me," I demand. I always made it a habit to be asleep by three A.M, unless someone else was awake with me until after four A.M. When I was younger, Sebastian would tell me ghost stories, about how the dead would walk among us during Death Hour from three to four; and the fact I was obsessed with SyFy and ghost adventures, didn't help either.

I was perfectly fine listening and watching ghost stories in the daytime, still am, but once night comes around, it's a whole different story.