Landline (Trillie)

3.)

I stared at the clock with minimal hope for my message being received. I was eating a small bowl of mac and cheese that had pepper and salt for a little extra touch. Although it looked stupid because it was a plastic pink bowl.

But besides my thoughts on food, I couldn't stop dreaming about what it would be like for Billie to respond to my message. I sighed and placed the childish bowl on the counter, returning to my favorite place in the apartment which was the red velvet couch. Boring, so deathly boring. Why did this life have to be so boring?

I heard a few sirens outside, which somehow motivated me to pick up my phone again. I scrolled through my Instagram feed. I really only followed him. I worshipped him.

Out of the blue, a little "1" appeared in the box on the side of my screen. Direct messages. I pressed it at light speed and saw my message board. It was completely bare, except for a new collection of words..

I felt my chest explode and my stomach turned to mush. I let out a quick squeal and opened the message.

"Hot."

I just stared into nothing for about a minute. What in the fuck? Did my idol just call me hot? I quickly reached for my arm and pinched it, punched it. A bruise appeared. Definitely not a dream. I wasn't sure how to reply to that, I just kept looking at that photo of myself and it got more and more ugly. I'm such a mess compared to him.

Maybe I should reply. He's not going to answer back, that's how these things work. I'm not an idiot.

"Thanks"

I wrote back. Maybe 15 minutes later, he replied again. This has to be a sick joke. A sick, cruel, not very funny joke.

"So you agree?"

This isn't mean girls, Billie. Why are you even talking to my anyways?

"No.?"

I wrote simply. It became read right away, I smiled and squeaked and got all flustered.

"I like you."

Nope, that's it. I'm taking myself out. There's the window. This is some hacker or something. I kept checking to make sure it was his account. I felt so weird and paranoid.

That's when I noticed he just followed me. Why hadn't I done this sooner? Obvious he was into the whole 'stalker fan' thing or something. Maybe he didn't even know I browsed through images of him at work.

I spent the entire night pondering on what happened earlier. I didn't know what to reply with and it kept nagging at me. I decided to save this stuff for tomorrow, it was very late. Before I slept and before I shut down my phone, a new message appeared.

"Sleep well, Angel."