||Un-Perfect || Sandhir Fanfiction ||

10.

I was lying on my bed when my phone pinged.

Isha:Oye! Free?

I was so glad she texted me. Mom had gone out on a business trip and I was all on my own in the house for a week. Not alone, really. My father was here, he left home at 5 in the morning and came back around 12 or 1 or maybe he does not. I don't know, because I don't really see him. He just went and came, didn't talk or anything. Every morning, when mum's not here, he would leave some cold breakfast or a little amount of money to buy something. Mum used to get dad arrange a little days off work so he could spend some time with me, but seeing his reluctance she gave up. It was just... pretty complicated.

I texted Isha back asking her to come over.

I threw my phone over the corner of the bed and let out sigh.

"What has my life become" I murmured to myself.

I got up from the bed and let the windows open, my guitar stood next to the window untouched for more than a month now. A thick layer of dust coated on it.

I picked up my guitar and played a few notes of my self composed song. I've never played this song in front of anyone, I find my own lyrics stupid but they still depict my life so clearly.

My phone pinged again. As I went over to the bed and picked it up, I wished Isha did not plan to ditch me when I was this lonely.

Unknown: Hey there ;)

Before I could reply, the doorbell rang and u went downstairs to see who it was.

"Heyy", Isha chirped as I opened the door.

"You're late" I snorted.

"Shut up honey, I was busy" she replied as she got in and snatched my phone from my hand. "Ooh, seems like you were busy yourself. Whom were you talking to?", she said as she scanned through my texts.

Typical best friend.

"No one, I was just so bored"

"Who's this?", she asked showing the text from the unknown number.

"I don't know", I shrugged. Isha looked at me and winked as started to text back.

"What are you doing?" I said as I tried snatching my phone back but Isha dodged.

"Oh cmon, flirting is good sometimes."

I peeped into what she was texting. And...

Fuck

Isha (my no.): Hey. How big is your cock?

"Shoot Ish! Give it back to me!" I groaned.

Isha burst into laughter and threw the phone to me. "You handle it now."

I am a horrible catcher and Isha knew it very well. My phone fell on the floor. I hastily picked it up and checked if everything was fine.