Unpredictability of Love

Roasted Emmaline

My eyes shut with the strain of staring at the phone screen for hours. I forced them open and glared at the screen defiantly, saying the last sentence I'd written in my head to make sure it was grammatically correct. It was.

I sighed in relief and read the article once more, just to make sure it made sense; hopefully I wouldn't regret this in the morning, although it was clear that it was morning already. Maybe I'll regret it in the evening.

My eyes shut again, and I forced them open. I couldn't do this anymore, so I just hit the button which would post the article in the website. Then I tossed my phone away and leaned back, my throbbing head hit something which made a crackling sound. Forcing my eyes to stay open for a few seconds, I looked around the room. It was as messy as it was everyday, but with an added flavour, the flavour being four huge bags of barbeque chips scattered over my messy clothes, two bottles of coke just laying on there on the floor and a bunch of chocolate wrappers on my bed. Needless to say, I'd been busy the past few hours, dirtying my room, writing and eating. Those three things were constant factors of my life, getting upset with myself led to writing or eating, I couldn't write without eating, so food was almost always added, then eating led to a very messy room. My mom was going to kill me tomorrow, or rather today, in a couple of hours because it was four in the morning. I had my training session with Horry in exactly two hours, and I hadn't slept a wink the entire night.

Brilliant.

I groaned and rubbed my tired face. My eyes were burning with strain. Maybe if I slept now, I would be able to make it tomorrow to the training session.

I yawned and leaned back again, ignoring the crackling sound made by the chocolate wrapper under my head. My eyes were moments from closing and body seconds from shutting down when I heard, or rather, felt it.

My phone was buzzing with the ferociousness of a freaking bumblebee. I would've ignored it if I hadn't seen the caller identity.

Tyler. Why the hell was he calling me at this time in the morning?

Sighing when I realized that there was no way I would be able to not piss off Horry tomorrow, I answered his call.

"It's four in the morning, why're you calling me?" I said grumpily into the phone.

"It's four in the morning, why're you awake?" Was his bright reply, he didn't even sound sleepy.

I muttered profanities under my breath. "Well, why are you awake?"

"Because I'm nineteen and old enough to do whatever I want, you're not even an adult legally."

My temper, helped by my sleepiness rose. "I'm turning eighteen in a week, you have no right to use that against me, and I can't believe you forgot my birthday." Tyler and I teased each other a lot, and his favourite way of teasing me was calling me a kid. I hated it, and I hated it even more if someone close to me forgot my birthday.

Instead of apologizing for his terrible attitude and trying to make amends for this admonishment, he laughed. Before I could lash out at him and reprimand him for annoying me this early in the morning while I was at my crankiest, he spoke. "That's what I wanted to talk about actually, I'll be flying over there for your birthday."

I blinked in surprise- or blinked away the sleepiness, but what he said wasn't lost on me. "You're what?"

I could hear him laughing his head off as I sat up, trying to clear my head. "This had better not be a prank." I threatened.

He calmed down for a moment. "No, I swear, I'm really coming over there, I'll be there on Thursday."

I knew Tyler well enough to know that he was telling the truth. "You're coming all the way here just for my birthday?"