"He said I've been to the year three thousand, not much has changed but they lived under water, and your great great great grandaughter, is-"
"Hello?" My voice sounds croaky and hoarse.
"Hey there baby, sounding a little rough." The voice from the other sound of the phone made a lump form in my throat, a lump almost impossible to swallow.
"Why the hell are you ringing me?" I shouted, forgetting how late it must be.
"For God Sake Aaron!" A voice shouted. "Be quiet!"
"Sorry, Mum!"
Fuck.
"Why so hostile?" I could sense him smirking through the phone.
"What time is it?" I ask, ignoring his question.
"It's 3:45 am."
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE?" I shout again, completely oblivious to what I'm doing.
"Language!" A shout comes from my Mum's room.
"Sorry, Mum!"
Shit.
"Travis, you're ringing me at 3:45. Are you serious?" I hiss
"No, I'm lying to impress you." A throaty laugh escapes his lips and travels through the phone, just to piss me off.
"How did you get my number?" I asked
"I took it when I had your phone.
I like your lock screen. Is that your boyyyyfriendddd?" He teased and my muscles tensed.
"That's my brother." I answered through clenched teeth, pushing back tears that threatened to fall.
"Ah cool, I didn't know you have a brother. What's his name?" He asked
I can't do this
I can't talk about Adam to him
Come on, Aaron.
It's been a year and a half.
Shut up, I'm not ready.
My inner voices battled with each other and finally, the one that said it wasn't time to talk about him won.
"Can we not talk about him please?" I said, with sudden realisation that my voice was wobbly.
"Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?" He asked, as casual as ever.
"I want to go to sleep." I snapped, not really realising how sharp my voice was.
"Fine. Whatever. I'll leave you alone." He sounded hurt and my guilt kicked in.
"Look, Travis, I'm sorry it's just-" I began.
"Hey, it's cool. No harm done. Maybe I'll text you tomorrow, babe."
"Goodbye Travis." I roll my eyes.
"Wait!" He shouted. "Aaron?"
"Yes?" I sighed.
Go to fucking sleep you insomniac!
"Who's Zach?"
Shit
"Zach? Yeah, that's my boyfriend," I cleared my throat.
Why did I feel guilty?
I felt like I shouldn't have told him for some reason. I don't know why.
"Oh." The sudden change of tone in his voice made my heart sink.
Why did he care?
"Why? How do you know Zach?" I asked, quickly shrugging it off.
"He called when I had your phone. I answered it so you'll probably want to explain to him why there was another guy answering your phone." His voice was plain and I suddenly regretted having a boyfriend.
Shut up, Aaron.
I said goodbye and hung up the phone, but I couldn't sleep at all.
Just thinking about that night.
The most magical experience I've ever had in a flower bed.
Yet, the worst night of my entire life.
I couldn't help but think about Zach
Why did I have to have a boyfriend?
Shut the fuck up, Aaron!
You love Zach, not Travis.
Zach, not Travis.
Zach, not Travis.
Travis, not Zach.
No. Wait.
Fuck.
It happened again.
I'm screwed.
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