The next morning you woke up your blade and bloody tissue was still laying on your bed. You staggered up and quickly cleaned them up. School was out for the summer so thankfully you didn't half to go back to that hell. You went down stairs, slowly, careful not to make any noise. Your dad was passed out drunk on the couch and your stepmother had already set out to work. You saw a note tacked to the wall stating your chores for the day. There was more than usual so you wasted no time to eat breakfast and got started right away.
You sat down and decided to call Brendon. It rang a few times and went to voicemail,"Hey you've reached Brendon, I'll get back to you soon, bye" the cheery voice rang through the phone. You quickly hang up because you had no desire to leave a voicemail
You went up to you room and pulled out a pencil and paper and started to draw. Your phone started to ring as an unknown number. You picked it up not stoping your drawing
"Hello" you said just finishing a line on what you were drawing.
"(Y/N)??" You heard the familiar voice echo through your phone.
You dropped your pencil and sat up. You could tell it was him but you wanted to play it cool.
"This is she" you said picking up your drawing.
"It's Brendon" he said. "You called?
"Oh um...uh.. Yeah I was just making sure I had the right number" you said trying to seem nonchalant.
He giggled in a sort of husky voice that made you shiver.
"Do you want to go out for coffee or something" he said trying to keep the conversation going.
"Sure" you said your voice faltering for a split second
"What's wrong??" He said . "Do you not like coffee??"
"No!" You said a little to loudly. "I mean... I do .... I...uh.. Coffees fine" you half whispered blushing.
"Ok, how's around twelve at the coffee shop down the road?"
"Sounds good!" You said cheerfully.
