Me : Who is this?
Number : Who is this?
Me : [Y/N...]
Number : How old are you [Y/N?]
Me : Enough about me, who are you? I asked first.
Number : My name is Geoff, I'm 19.
Me : Okay, well I'm 16
Number : How did you get my number [Y/N?]
Me : Maybe I entered something wrong... I'm not sure
Number : You seem like good company, so let's ignore the fact we don't know eachother :)
Me : Little creepy, but okay lol
Number : nooo I'm not creepy, just a bit lonely
Me : okay. I'm going to put your name in my contacts
Geoff : same here :)
Me : friends?
Geoff : friends.
I turned off my phone. I shouldn't be talking with a 19 year old anyway, especially since I don't know who he is, he might be ugly anyway. He might even be turning 20 soon, and yeah, I'll admit... I'm not exactly repulsed by the idea, but I have morals, you know?
I must have seemed distant on the bus, because my friend had started to tap my shoulder.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I say smiling. My phone buzzes, and she becomes almost intrusive.
"Who is that then?"
"No-one..."
she smiles and retreats, assuming she wasn't going to get an answer out of me, which I am glad of.
"You're the next stop."
"Oh, thanks Emma. I didn't even realise." I say, I did realise, but I wanted to make sure that she felt useful in a way.
I get up and check my texts, more from Geoff.
Geoff : Where are you from [Y/N]?
Me : London
Geoff : So you have one of those accents then? ;)
Me : Yeah? I'm guessing by that question you aren't from here lol
Geoff : I'm not, but I am touring in London next week
Me : Touring?
Geoff : Yeah, I play guitar in a band. I can always get you on the guest list if you want to come watch us play live, the tickets are sold out
Me : when?
Geoff : 15th I think
Me : I'm already going somewhere on the 15th
Geoff : Dammit... What are you going to that's better than my band then?
Me : Eventim Apollo, All time Low haha
Geoff doesn't respond, I get off of the bus and sit at the desolated stop where I get off.
Geoff sends a picture of the tour I'm going on, and circles a support act for All Time Low named 'Waterparks.'
Geoff : Let me reiterate... I'm playing guitar for a band named Waterparks.
Me : No way...
I get a call from Geoff, and immediately pick up, probably too quickly. I can almost hear his smile in the way he talks.
"So... you still want to get in on the guest list?"
"Sign me up dude!"
"Alright, let me tell Awsten and Otto. If anyone stops you, tell them you love pickles, it's the code word."
"I do love pickles."
"Thank god, Awsten and Otto hate em but I love them, so I guess you are on my team."
"Cool, who are Awsten and Otto?"
"You'll find out when you get there, I'll talk to you soon okay?"
"Okay"
"Okay?"
"Yeah, Okay"
We both chuckle and hesitate to end the call, resulting in more childish giggling, I hang up and walk home, infatuated with the idea of meeting this sweet sounding guy.
It dawns on me that I actually have no idea what this guy looks like. As soon as I got home, I researched his name and his band. He has light brown fluffy hair and piercing blue eyes. His face matches exactly who I pictured when I was talking to him, and his bandmates look cool too, one of them has dyed hair, blue or purple, I'm not sure which one he has currently.
