Reality (TLF Book 2)

CHAPTER 13: Flustered

Tiffy's POV

"How come? He doesn't know me before I got into a coma, right? How can he possibly be in my phone, days before I went into a coma?"

How? How can he possibly be in my phone?

Did I know him? How? It seems like he doesn't really know me when we met him at the beach. Or maybe he's just pretending he doesn't know me? Ugh I'm so confused.

It's 2 am and it's the only thing in my mind. I kept playing the song all over again, and JK was right, it is Darren's voice.

But how. How how how. My mind is so puzzled right now. First, Darren was in my dream which is suuuuch a big thing. Next, he's in the visions I'm having. And then he's in my phone?

I don't know if I'm just fooling myself and is maybe imagining him because...I'm falling in love with him?

But no. Not really. I like him, but not in love. He's still mysterious.

And I'm also nervous. Should I tell Darren? Should I ask him about it? Am I even ready to know what he'll say?

Who is he?

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I got out of my bed at 7 am and hurriedly took a bath. I didn't really think of choosing something to wear because we'll just stay at my house. At 8, I was all ready and then got a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Tiffy. I'm in the car already. I'll be there after 20 minutes. I have some art materials with me and it's also good if you have some, too."

"Yeah, I have some here." I replied. My hands shaking just hearing his voice. If I'm shaking like this just by talking to him on the phone, then what'll happen when he comes here and talk to me face to face?

"Cool! I'll see you soon. Bye!"

"Bye." I said and smiled, realizing he can't even see me.

Maybe I need to calm, ya know? What if it's just a song by someone who has a similar voice with Darren? His voice is pretty common.

Nope. It's not common.

Then what if it's a song that's popular on the internet?

Nope. I searched it. Nothing.

Then what if...

I can't think of any what-ifs anymore. WHAT DO I DO?

20 minutes has passed with me just staring at the ceiling, thinking about all these.

"Honey? Your friend's here already." I heard my mom.

"Alright. I'm coming." Should I come? I'm nervous. I'M NOT EVEN READY TO SEE HIS FACE.

"Hi Darren!" I greeted him from the door. "Come on in!"

"Heya, Tiffy." He smiled. "Here's the materials I got."

We went to the living room and placed the materials at the table. I turned on the television so there's noise in the room.

"I'll get you something to drink." I said.

We did the project quietly. No one really talked. The only sound in the room was the one coming from the television. And as I was cutting paper, slowly, all those little pieces, big pieces, papers with different colors, I was thinking.