That Boy With The Beanie

Hello?

The next few days were quite boring. Luke tried to text me, however I just left my phone off and watched my box sets of the inbetweeners. I was also never seen without a Nutella jar out of my reach. My mum was at work for a few days, so I was home alone. I took my duvet downstairs and watched my box sets, for 4 days straight.

I had twitter, but I did miss Luke. Tammy tried to ring, but I ignored her calls too. I basically lived on my sofa for half a week. Sometimes I cried, mostly over Luke, but sometimes at the sad parts of movies. Then mum had had enough of me.

“Listen, dear, I know you’re hurting, but you have barely moved for like, 4 days” She said, with a slightly stern voice, while sitting on the opposite sofa. I ignored her and continued to watch ‘How I Met Your Mother’ series five. “You need to talk to Luke” She said. Hearing his name hit me quite hard, but I kept listening to the TV. She eventually turned the TV off and I frowned at her.

“Mum, I am not lying when I say, I aren’t leaving this house until school in a week and a half” I stated, annoyingly. I was bored, just sitting here, but being bored is 10x better than being sad. And heartbroken. That sucks too.

“Charley, please, let’s go shopping or you could get the groceries for me” She said and I sighed “Just leave the god-damn house”

“I actually love this god-damn house” I stated and I could tell my mum was getting frustrated.

“How about you give Luke a call?” She said, while reaching for the cordless ‘home’ phone and passing it to me.

I knew Luke’s number. As I typed the digits I tried hard not to cry. I know he must be hurting, too. However, I didn’t really care about him that much. Oh god-dammit course I did.

“Hello?”