“Hello?” I answered, sounding like I was about to fall back asleep.
“Oh, I am so sorry, did I wake you?” replied the unfamiliar voice. He had a British accent. Who the fuck was calling me?
“No, it’s okay, it’s probably about time I woke up anyway, it’s after 12.” I said as I got out of bed and walked down stairs into the kitchen. No one was here because I made them all leave and I got the spare key from outside they couldn’t get in.
“Oh okay then. I was just calling to say thanks I’m not sure if you got my text or not, but I texted you yesterday, and um, yeah, thanks,” he spoke really fast, like he was nervous and unsure about what he was saying, and it took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about.
“Oh! You’re that guy, who um, the, um, accident!” I muttered trying to think of things to say. Wow, I’m really terrible at this.
“Yep, that would be me. Are you okay? I heard that you seemed pretty shaken…” he said trailing off, like he was thinking about something different to what he was saying. Yeah, I was shaken, and I still am, there was so much blood. And no one was helping me, they were all just watching. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.
“I’m fine, it was nothing really. Pretty bad timing though right?” I nervously laughed at my own joke. He did too, but I could tell that he saw through my lie, I’m not very good at lying, and if I was going to make up a good lie, I had to think about it before hand, and I didn’t have time to think up of a convincing way of saying that the scene hadn’t shaken me up a little.
“I can tell that’s a lie. But I’m not going to push you into telling me stuff. I don’t know you, but I think we should keep in touch.” He sounded like he was smiling as he spoke, but it was hard to tell because his voice was so quiet and hoarse.
“Yeah, I guess we could. How bad are you injury wise?” I was actually curious as to how bad his injuries were, because he looked a mess on the night of the accident.
“eh, not too bad really, just a couple of broken bones, a bit of internal bleeding that they fixed up straight away, um and a rather large gash on the back of my head where it hit the pavement.” He laughed at the last bit, and I did too. Yeah, it wasn’t really funny, but I laughed because it was making light of such a dark situation.
“Yeah, shit, you lost a lot of blood!” he did. I remembered then that I was supposed to be meeting up with Mickayla and Sarah.
“Yeah, I did…” he sounded distant again. I really liked talking to this guy. He was nice, but right now I had to get ready, Mickayla and Sarah are both very impatient people.
“Well, it was nice talking to you, thank you for calling, but I have to go. Maybe we could talk again sometime?” I took huge sip of my coffee and burnt my tongue as I said this, probably making myself sound like an idiot.
“Yeah, it was nice talking to you to. Maybe we should. Bye.” He said before hanging up, not even giving me a chance to say anything else, which was okay because I really needed to get dressed and leave, I was already late and if I was anymore late I would probably get eaten alive!
Sorry it's so short again. the next one is longer and it's in Josh's POV :) please keep telling me if you like it.
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