Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

11 | Emergency

[Hayley]

I so badly wanted to tell Lynn about what Taylor and I spoke about and how I had a feeling that the person he spoke of was me. But Josh and I didn't go farther than first base. I escaped the room before we got much further. Perhaps that night he lied to his friends, telling them that him and I did more than we really did. Wouldn't be new of him, to lie, I'm sure.

But I didn't talk to Lynn about it. I didn't, last night, because I was afraid that she would laugh at my assumption, telling me I'm insane. Surely, my best friend would not do such a thing. She would most likely at least lie and pretend to believe the same thing as me.

Being me, I kept my thoughts to myself. Well, not entirely to myself. I went on and on about him in my journal. Now that I'm awake at 9 in the morning, I go to my diary, feeling like a child referring to it as such. I open the book up, flipping it to yesterday's date.

June 18th, 2015.
Dear diary,
Remember Taylor? I had spoken of him, in this, I believe. He was drunk tonight and messaged me on twitter. He ended up calling me after a bit of direct messaging. God, I think I fell in love with his voice alone while hearing his slurred words and all. If anyone else had done that, I probably would have found it unattractive. But he giggled, at one point, and let me just say that I so badly wish I was there to witness that smile.

He mentioned Josh. Yeah, that fucking asshole. I wasn't very happy when I heard his name. I'm constantly reminded of what could have happened on the night of prom, with his body hovering over mine. Ugh, gross. New topic!

Not really new topic. Still on Taylor. I think he liked me. I doubt he still does. That is, of course, if he ever even did. I couldn't stop thinking about him after hanging up the phone. He hung up on me, actually. He said something about Josh sleeping with someone after prom. I got a bit angry and asked who it was. He got awkward after that and claimed he was tired, said goodnight, and I haven't heard from him since.

In his defense, it's late, there. Five hours ahead, actually. So while it's 9 PM here, it's 2 AM there. A long distance relationship would never work.

Wait. What? What am I talking about now? We're just friends. We're not even that. We're more like acquaintances, I guess. Strangers, really. Alright, I need to stop letting my mind go crazy with my thoughts. I need to tell Lynn about all this in the morning, she's probably fucking Alexa. God dammit, Lynn. DATE HER ALREADY.

- Hayley

I smile over my last line of the letter to myself. My poor penmanship is due to the cramps in my hand that I had experienced due to the multiple paragraphs that I wrote to myself, all being full of nonsense, which was fueled by my tired, anxiety-ridden mind.

I need to tell Lyndsey about my thoughts. And she needs to be honest on if she truly thinks I'm correct.

Hayley: Gunnulfsen, my house. Pronto.

lyndsgay: ooh, fiesty, Williams. I like it (;

I roll my eyes. I hate her.

Hayley: It's an emergency, you ass.

lyndsgay: I'll be there as soon as possible, SpongeBob.

Boy, is she annoying. I run my tongue along my front teeth that once held a large gap between them. I closed the gap years ago. Why does she continue to bully me?

She pulls up to my house after twenty or so minutes in her beaten up silver Honda civic. I always tease her for driving that, telling her that it makes her seem like a soccer mom, but one who couldn't afford a mini-van. Why is she even my friend? I am at a loss.

When she arrives, I'm waiting on my front porch. She hops out of her vehicle, swinging her keys between her fingers. She's whistling a happy tune. Can't she see I'm in the middle of a crisis?

"What are you so happy about, loser?" I ask her with a smile. A grin appears on her soft features, which is a way to say that something is definitely causing this happiness, I'm not just imagining it.

"Alexa and I talked last night, we're gonna try to really work things out," she tells me, her smile still present.

"But," she continues, "What's going on? What is this major emergency?" I sigh. How do I explain? There's just so much. I first bring her inside so that I can tell her everything in privacy. You never know who might be listening. Although, that's most likely nobody, considering that each of my neighbors and my family act like strangers. The most we do is flash each other a smile when passing by one another. But that's truly the extent of it, even that being rare. But back to the topic at hand.

Lynn takes her sweet time. While I try to drag her up into my room, she chooses to make some conversation with my mother. All I have to do is give her a pout, and she rolls her eyes before following me up to my bedroom.

"What're you going crazy about?" she asks me as she collapses onto my bed. Across from her, I stand.

"Alright, so you remember Josh Farro, right? And...prom night..." I trail off, looking down at the carpeted flooring. I can't look her in the eyes, I just can't do it. "Taylor was friends with him. Him and I were talking on the phone last night, and after some time, he brought Josh up. He said he disliked him, for one unimportant reason. But he said something about Josh having sex with someone he was into." I pause, now, and look back up at Lynn. She seems a bit lost, her brows raised in an expression of confusion.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Let me continue, you shit," I tease her, a smile on my lips as I speak. The smile fades, just before I continue, "He said that it happened on the night of prom. I was mad, y'know? Even though him and I didn't have sex, I was still a bit, I dunno, maybe offended. I asked him who it was, and then he got all awkward with me. He hung up after some stuttering. He was drunk, so I could be overthinking these things that only happened due to his intoxication, but what if it's me? Obviously, high school was a long time ago. If it were me, and those feelings are totally gone, I feel like he would've said it." Now I look back up to Lyndsey, who no longer seems to be as confused as she was. Actually, there seems to be just a bit of a smirk that's risen on her lips.

"He digs you," she grins. "But. You and Josh didn't have sex."

"Maybe he lied to everyone and told them we did more than we really did?" I try to think of anything, anything that could make this work in my favor.

Why do guys suck?