Monster of a Mate (On Hold)

●Chapter 18●

I felt this thing poking my side.

I stirred and turned. But it was still poking my side and guess what, it was vibrating.

What is that?

Ugh.

I sleepily used my hand to search the bed for the sticking object and guess what it was, it was my freaking phone.

Why was it vibrating though?

Ugh. I'm too lazy to check on that right now. I want to freaking sleep.

I put my phone on the nightstand and tried to go back to sleep.

It still vibrated.

Ugh. This person is pissing me off.

I picked it up and looked at the screen.

Then I remembered.

I forgot to call my brother.

He rang the phone again and I answered knowing I'll be cussed out.

"Why the hell didn't you freaking call me? I'm over here thinking that you're dead or kidnapped or worst," he said and then I interrupted him.

"Isn't being dead the worst?" I asked.

"No time for corrections now. Why didn't you call me?" he asked, sounding worried.

My typical brother.

"I forgot. Okay. I'm totally sorry. I should have called but I was tired. I promise I'll call you tomorrow. I want to sleep," I said.

"Please do. You had me worried sick. Ugh. You drive me nuts. Good night," he said.

"Love you too," I said.

And then he hung up.

Breathing out heavily, I know that I couldn't go back to sleep.

So I got up and decided to go the well stocked refrigerator downstairs.

I opened it and took out some berries and ice cream and went to the living room.

I turned on the tv, sat down and started to eat.

Big Bang Theory was showing and I just watched it.

To be honest, I rarely do ever get to watch it so this is like a once in a lifetime thing for me.

And I have to say, it's pretty funny too.

"Belle?" a voice asked, that I knew well.

"Yes," I said turning around.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked.

"Um couldn't sleep," I said shrugging.

"Oh. What's bothering you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said and turned back around.

And knowing Casper, he always has to find out what's bothering me and he normally gets me to talk.

"I've heard that word so much from you. I know something's up. What's wrong?" Casper said.

"It's nothing, really," I said, eating ice cream.

"I know you and when something's bothering you, you eat ice cream and you watch late night shows," he said.

"Ugh. Okay. Promise to not tell?" I asked.

I mean I do trust him but I just need some reassurance here.

"Promise," he said.

"Well it's about Joseph," I said.