Turning Sixteen

Chapter 8: Unusual Happenings

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating unusually. I groaned as I pulled my phone from under my blanket to see the caller.

Michael?

I rubbed my eyes again, to check if it really was him.

"Hello?" he asked frustrated.

"Umm..Hey..Morning"

"Are you kidding me? I've been calling you for the past two freaking hours and nobody picks up.. Am I supposed to be wishing you a good morning Amelia?" he asks almost out of breath.

Good. So good.
Michael calls me out of nowhere. And its a super pissed and angry Michael.

"I slept over." is all I manage to say.

"I guessed that." he says and I smile.

"Okay..." I say turning this even more awkward for us.

"What were you upto last night?" he asks.

"Huh? What?"

"You know, when you were walking down the street and Nick was quick to grab.. "

"Okay, okay, I guess I do remember.. I, uh was walking down to my house?" I rather ask.

"I know that." he says sighing, and probably running his hands through his hair. I can see him doing it.

Imagination. Ding ding ding.

"Well I was simply walking and I felt someone stalk me but I didn't have the balls to turn around, so I just kept walking until he yanked me round and god knows what he would have done, if you didn't come in time to rescue me." I say sighing.

"I didn't come to your rescue." he answers blatantly.

"So where did you come from? Fall down from the sky?" I ask.

God, this guy drives me crazy.

"Nope, I was kinda..uh..stalking you."

"Oh."

"Fine. I was there at the party..."

"I didn't see you anywhere." I cut him.

"You looked beautiful." he says and my heart fluttered.

"That's not the point.."

"You really did, Mel." he says.

Finally we are going to have a civil conversation.

He wasn't as pissed as he was earlier, I could tell.

"Umm, thanks?" I blush and he laughs.

"So, what you doing tonight?" he asks me.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, you busy or something?"

"No, why?" I enquire. It has been long since we properly met.

Except for yesterday and the incident at my place earlier.

The bouquet.

My subconscious reminds me.

Ask him who they were for!

She can't just stop being a bitch.

I wanted to ask him who they were for, but I certainly didn't want to spoil the good conversation we were having so I let go.

"I was thinking about going to this party at Frank's. Thought you could tag along, if you wanted to of course." he says.

"Oh, no" I laughed. "I already had one party and that didn't turn out to be too good, so I'll just stay in anyways plus I'm not feeling well."

"Oh okay..I wasn't expecting that now, umm I could come over or something?" he asks, uncertainty clear in his voice.

What?

Come over?

Realising that we still hadn't broken up, I decided not to complicate it.

"Sure. But you don't need to miss the party to come here." I remind him.

"No, it's fine. I'm not really into it, though." he says "By the way, your mum home tonight?"

"Oh shit. I need to check her schedule. "

I didn't see her today, obviously she was gone for work and on account of me getting up so late, there was no way I could. Mum had left me a note that said she'd be home by five and Karen was spending her last day at the now about to close crèche.

"Shit happens, mum will be back by five, you can still come, not like she would mind.." I say.
I seriously didn't want to cancel on him.
Not today at least.

"It's okay really, you need to spend time with her as well. I'll just come over some other day."

Some other bloody day.

When?

You don't know shit, Amelia.

My subconscious speaks for me again.

"Okay" I sigh in deafeat as we say goodbye and hang up.

Good day, so far.

Get your ass of bed and get ready!
Thanks, Subconscious.

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I had just got out of bed when I felt something pinch inside of me.

"Ouch!" I cry out.

I make my way to the bathroom and stop to see the calendar on the wall adjoining to it.

It's my date.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath and run to the bathroom.

Yay, so my crimson wave head washed in.

Good day so far,eh?

My subconscious mocks me.