Fix me. (Miniminter)

Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

It has been over a week since I had given Simon my phone number. I mean what was I expecting? For him to call me straight after our meeting and fall in love, marry, and end up with kids? He's probably some fuckboy who doesn't know the difference between ham and jam.

What if I didn't write my phone number correctly? What if we were going to live this perfect life together but I just forgot to write one fucking number on a napkin. No, he must have just forgot to call, maybe he's lost the napkin. He'll find it eventually and ring me, hopefully?

I was snapped out of my thoughts as my mum fades into sight, stressfully calling my name. "Chloe!? God what on earth are you thinking about?!" She asks with my little brother sitting on her hip. "Um nothing, just thinking." I lie. She gives me a 'mum' look and turns back to the cooker, stirring some pasta in a bowl.

"You've got a free house tonight, I've got a job interview but its all the way in Manchester, it's a Makeup artist for a movie set, I was offered the interview the other day. You're dads brother has a place up in Manchester so we're going to visit whilst we are there." She smiled down to me excitedly. "No way, that's awesome! Good luck. When will you be back?" I ask curious whether I'll have the house to myself the next day also. "We will be back in the evening tomorrow."

Fuck yes.

"Oh okay, yeah that'll be fine." I add and look down to my phone for what seems like the millionth time today. Nope, nothing. Why won't he call?

A few hours later I was waving my family off the driveway, knowing I had a free house to myself for a night made me feel great. I could watch whatever I wanted on the TV, order pizza whenever I want, and basically do whatever I want.

I jogged back inside, closing the door and locking it behind me. The only thing I dislike about being home alone, is being alone. My thoughts sometimes go downhill, I never really know what to do with myself. I'm trying to push those dark times behind me. I look down at my wrist and run my finger along the bumpy white scars that run up and down. each and every single line reminds me of a separate occasion.

That one was my first day of secondary school.

That one was when my best friend left me for a guy.

That one was when my baby sister passed away, but I don't really want to get into that.

I plop myself down on the sofa and switch the TV on, leaning back as I switch through channels. Friends was my favourite TV show, I think that I will be watching many episodes tonight. Should I order a pizza? Yeah, nobodies here to judge me.

As soon as I lift my phone from my pocket it started to ring from an unknown number. I panic, should I answer? Of course I should. But what if it's awkward? I'll answer it. I give it a few seconds to ring before answering, making it look like I have some sort of a life.

"Hello?" I answer to the stranger. Please be Simon, please be Simon.

"Hey, It's me Simon, I met you about a week ago at the café you work at I believe?" He asked, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. What if everything I thought was wrong? What if he was to nervous to talk to me?

"Oh hiya, how are you?" I say with a slight put on phone voice, which is something I couldn't really help, I always sound so over enthusiastic over the phone.

"Good thanks, I know this is very sudden but are you busy? Like now?" He asked, a little more confident than before. I didn't know what to say, I mean I'm not busy but I don't know what he wanted to do? He could be some murderous rapist for all I know?