Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

12 | FaceTime

[Taylor]

My day is wasted by being spent grocery shopping. The first thing that I did was pick my car up from the bar that I'd previously visited. I return to my apartment building from my errands at 5 PM. There's so much food that I don't really know what to do with it all. Also, it took plenty of trips to get all of the groceries all the way from my car, which is parked on the ground level, to my apartment. While transporting all of that food up to my room, I was definitely struck with a thought. Just...why? Because when will I need all this food?

Only after unpacking all of the groceries and finding a place in my kitchen for them to settle do I finally get a chance to check my phone. A few texts from my mother, which I instantly reply to. A few notifications from game applications that can be found on my phone, and, also, a notification from twitter. I'd turned off the notifications for mentions and follows, because since being signed, I've been receiving way more than my phone would like to handle. So the notification must be a direct message.

I check the app, and sure enough, I've received a message. But it's a bit odd, seeing who it had come from.

Hayley.

I click the message and see an entire conversation in which I do not recall. It's from last night, according to Twitter. And reading the messages shared between us, I am not too proud of myself. Misspelled words, me confessing my physical attraction to her. And the last messages shared between her and I show that we may have spoken on the phone or texted last night.

I check the messages application, none. I check my history of phone calls, and sure enough, there is a recent call from last night. I'd spoken with an unknown number. Must have been her. I return to the Twitter app, now reading the most recent message she had sent.

@yelyahwilliams: Hey Taylor. I hope you're not doing too bad, considering how drunken you were last night. Feel free to text me. I gave you my number, last night, but yeah. Hope you're having a good day.

Oh god.

I can't just not answer. She doesn't seem to dislike me. What did I say last night, I wonder. Maybe I'll just text her. Ah, screw it.

@itstayloryall: woke up with a pretty bad headache, and I honestly don't remember much of last night. I'm doing alright, now, though. I didn't throw up or anything, so that's a plus. I'll text you, much easier that way.

@yelyahwilliams: okay :)

I go back to the standard phone application of my phone, click the unknown number that I had a long phone call with just last night, and choose the option of adding a new contact. I add Hayley, and add the rainbow emoji beside her name. That's because of her hair, it's always been colorful. Yes, it's cheesy and dumb for me to put an emoji at all, but it helps me to know who is who.

I think in middle school she had blonde hair, her natural color. But the first day of freshman year, I walk in to see this red head with a familiar face. The next month, she was rocking a bright orange.

I always loved how she did that. As if she isn't already beautifully unique, her hair definitely adds to who she is.

But enough of me going on and on about her, because quite honestly, I probably could do that for days and days on end. Time to text her.

Taylor: Hayley, hey. It's me. I mean, it's Taylor. How's your day been?

How awkward can I be? After sending the message, I go to my living room to take a seat on my couch. What else is there to do in this place? I have enough food to last a little while. In reality, I'll probably run out within a week.

I turn the TV on, only to go onto the Netflix app on my television moments later. Yes, I should be taking advantage of how I'm in a different country and watch some British television. But why do that, when I can rewatch Friends for the third time this year?

Time to enjoy some quality television. As I'm maybe two minutes into the episode, my phone vibrates twice in my lap. I lift it up, adjusting my glasses a bit.

Hayley🌈: My day has been pretty good. I was hanging out with Lyndsey, because I had a little problem. But she's gone now. We hang out like everyday lol.

Taylor: Oh, what was your problem?

Am I getting too personal now? What if I'm being too personal? What if it's because of...girl stuff? Oh, fuck. I just might have gotten too personal. I don't want to know that.

Hayley🌈: It was nothing, really. Something stupid that I really overreacted about.

What do I say now? I'm at a loss. I've always been bad at holding conversations. Typically, I just don't respond once I'm at the point where I don't know what to say. But right now, I don't know if I should do that. My brain seems empty. But my fingers seem to have a mind of their own, typing two words with ease.

Taylor: Wanna FaceTime?

My thumb presses the send button, and I stare at the screen in confusion for a second. Since when did I enjoy FaceTiming with people? But within seconds, the bubble that shows she's typing appears.

Hayley🌈: sure :)

Well that went a bit better than expected. Still, though. Texting is more of my forte, and I'm not even good at that. Actually opening my mouth to speak those words is something I definitely do not excel in.

Before I have a chance to really do or think anything more, the screen flashes.

"Hayley🌈 wants to FaceTime..." my screen reads, and I let out a small sigh before pressing the green accept button.