Home Run || j.m.b [ON HOLD]

03 | sorry

The paper is almost stuck to the palms of my hand because of how strong I'm clutching it. I'm almost sure the some of the things written in there are starting to fade out already due to my sweat.

I haven't seen what's inside - I'm too scared to.

When I get home, my mind replays the things that happened just before. I thought that I would easily forget it, but no, I guess. It's still there, still clear as crystal, it's like watching a movie. The way his eyes glint with such sincerity, the way his smile reaches up to his eyes, everything was perfectly recorded into my head and I can't seem to get it out.

Lizzie somehow managed to break into my room, scaring the living daylights out of me when I opened my door to find Lizzie upside down next to the bed, waving her legs up in the air and her body dangerously swaying.

"Lizzie," is the first thing I say, "I survived my first heart attack."

"I know," she grins, "you made it out alive, I knew Zeus 2.0 would have that effect on you."

Throwing myself on the bed, I stare at the cream colour of my ceiling. "No, it's not that," I say, "I have no problem with seeing him."

"Then what?"

Letting go of the paper that I thought have stuck on my palms, I watch it float down slowly onto the carpet beneath me.

"Read that out please, I can't read it by myself," I mumble into my pillow.

Knowing I'm probably going to regret this, I prepare my ears by pressing my pillows tight to my ears, burying my face into my mattress as I get ready for the first words on that paper.

"Ready?"

I hum as a response.

"Right-o!"

"Umm ..."

Lizzie takes a deep breath.

I wait for the first words written on the paper, but it never came. I wait for a few more seconds before realising Lizzie isn't going to talk. Sitting up into a sitting position, I peek over her shoulder curiously.

"You alright?"

"Alissa, plus sixty one is Australia's country code, right?" Lizzie says, "because here it says -"

I snatch the now crumpled piece of paper from her and stare at it. It's there, eleven numbers, numbers as a way to communicate with someone. It's in my hand.

And it's his.

"What's your name?" he had asked yesterday when the room was emptying out and almost nobody else was there.

"Why would you want to know?" I asked him back, getting up from my sitting position to stand.

"Who wouldn't want to?" he casually said.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Lizzie backing off with an 'oh okay' look on her face. I desperately wanted her to butt into whatever we're doing and drag me home. But when I fully turned my head to her, she mouthed 'I'll go ahead' and she ran, just like that. So much for the Best Best Friend award.

"It's a bit unfair, isn't it?" Joey said, catching my attention, "how you know my name but I don't know yours."

"Life isn't fair," I shrugged and turned to leave when he suddenly reached out for my wrist.

"Hi, my name is Joey," he had said when I looked at him, "what's your name?"

"Alissa," I said quietly, sighing a little.

"Nice to meet you."

And maybe that's how the paper ended up in my hand and now we're here.

"Lizzie," I say, pinching the bridge of my nose to calm myself down, "can you get me icy poles from the fridge?"

"Ew no," she answers, snatching the piece of paper and looks at it.

"Whose number is this?" she wonders out loud and pauses.

"Alissa, did you ask for someone's number?" she gasps, maybe a little too over dramatically.

I smack her with my pillow, "no!"

"Why would I?"

"Because here it says plus sixty one, four, ze -"

"I know what it says!" I screech, "just ... don't even right now."

Sighing, I go downstairs into the kitchen myself, my mind still occupied. As I am going down the stairs, I thought heard a small gasp - it's probably my mind playing tricks on me. So I ignore it and walk to the fridge. I take a small bucket and fill it halfway with icy poles before going back upstairs, licking a lychee flavoured one with delight.

"Liz, what are you doing?" I ask when I get back up, seeing Lizzie typing something on my phone, her widespread grin shown clearly on her face.

I set the bucket down next to the bed and hover over her shoulder.

My eyes pop out in horror as I read who she's texting to.

"LIZ!"

I rip my phone off her hands and throw it to the other side of the room. "What were you thinking!?"

Lizzie claps her hands excitedly, "I never knew you were bold enough to ask Joey for his number!"

"I didn't!" I cry, cringing, "okay ...!?"

Lizzie looks unsure and smirks to herself, reaching out to get my phone.

"Don't!" I pull her back, "please!"

She pouts, "why..?"

"Look, I know you think Joey looks good, he's cute, he's whatever," I say, "but just ... please. Don't."

Lizzie shrugs and then sighs.

"Oh well, look at the time," she says without even glancing at the clock, "I'd better be going, my mum's going to look all over for me."

"Bye?"

"Adiós mi amigo!" she exclaims and skips over to the door and out she goes.

Here I am, alone, again, with my bucket of frozen things that taste like heaven when you eat it but cause you pain when you eat it too quick.

I reach out for my phone and find Harper's contact, ignoring the latest text 'I' sent to a person named Joey on the top of most recent. Sending the pictures as fast as possible - which is kind of hard when your wi-fi's the slowest thing in the whole wide world - I tap furiously on the screen, and once it's done, I would gladly throw it to the other side of the room.

But of course, fate has never agreed with me.

I've always been a person who once they see a notification on their phone, they would have this automatic move to open it - no matter who the person is. That's a bad habit, and this is a bad time to have it.

Without realising it, I've clicked on the banner that showed a notification has come in from me. I sit in horror when I realise whose contact I've clicked on.

     joey
     its been five mins lol
     u back?
     dont leave me on read
     bro
     read

What. Do. I. Say? I never agreed to contact this person - I had no intention to.

Well, maybe a little teensy weensy bit - but it doesn't count.

I'm going to regret this so much.

     me
     sorry
     i had a friend here

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i am on a rooooollllll this week oh my. this is like what, the third (?) update of the week? maybe? i was feeling good this week - and psst.. im graduating next week. CAN I GET A HOOOOYYYAAHHHH...!!!!

anyways have a great daaayy♡♡♡

my life is hamburger;)
(if you get that then hi we're best friends)