Through My Eyes

Chapter-2

It's mid March and Zayn and I are sitting at the bleachers at the gym. We've grown a lot closer since the beginning which was two months ago. He moved here since his mother had no job where they use to live. The bell rang and it was the last bell. We stood up and gave each other a hug. Each hug seems to be getting sincere than the other.

"Well..uh see you on Monday, I guess" he said. A gust of wind blew and I shivered and nodded. He smiled and gave me a tighter hug. I felt that familiar warm feeling on my face like when I curl under my sheets after a cold shower.

"You should be getting home. March gets pretty windy" he said. I nodded and we began to walk our own direction. I casually look back just to see how far he is from me or if he's causally staring at me as I leave. I look back and see him looking at me as I leave. He waved goodbye before he turned around. I smile and began to walk faster.

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I woke up to the sounds of 'playtime', the ringtone on my phone. I squint as I didn't realize how bright the screen is. I answer and drop my head back on the pillow.

"Yes, mom. I'm asleep, no I'm not texting anyone. Now let me sleep...Im tired" my voice faded. A familiar laugh came through and I immediately woke up.

"Zayn?" I whispered loudly

"Yeah...its me who called you. Sorry I woke you up. I though you said you didn't text anyone?" he asked. I swallowed

"I don't...you're the only person I really talk to." i said. It was silent.

"...Oh. Should I feel special?" he said. You are special. I though to myself. I decided to laugh it off.

"So what's keeping you up so late at night?" I asked

"Thinking about- stuff. Just wanted to ask if you could finish reading that one story we were reading during gym" he said.

"But I already read the last chapter many times. What keeps distracting you every time I read?" I could hear him swear beneath his breath as if I found out something.

"It's just that I think it's really sweet how-How"

"How a girl looses her husband due to a car crash?" I asked.

"That happened?" he asked as if he's never read or listened to what I've been reading!

"...Yes, Zayn. She committed suicide..." I finished. I felt the pressure and intense embarrassment heat up. I heard my door open and there stood my father.

"Marilyn, are you insane? It's 3 in the morning and you're still on that thing? You'll go blind!" He shouted. I'm glad I met Zayn before I ever do go blind. I felt like saying but I held it back. Although he wasn't here I still turned red just imagining him laughing at me.

"Sorry, dad. I was reading and didn't pay attention to the time. It probably won't happen again" I said. He nodded and closed the door. Before I picked up the phone I took in a deep breathe.

"Ouch.." he said with a chuckled.

"It's nothing." I said

"Is he always that way?" He asked

"No, he just woke up. What do you expect?" I said. After that, we were still up for another 2 hours just talking and laughing. The conversation never ended or neither did it get awkward. It just kept going and with every word, the more I wanted to stay up all night. but it all eventually came to an end.

I saw as the sun began to shed in light. It was still dark.

"The sun is up." I said.

"We talked until the night turned into day" he said. I smiled before hearing him yawn which made me tickle inside and the urge of just cuddling with him.

"I think we'll call it a night- well morning. I'll call you later or any moment" he said.

"Okay. Goodnight slash morning" I said. He chuckled.

"Wait...Are we still going to talk to me?" he asked

"What? Why would I stop talking to you, I like talking to you" I said. Stupid, stupid, stupid, watch your mouth next time, you idiot. I skulled myself.

"Well you said it probably won't happen again when your dad came in" he said. I smiled

"Yeah, I said. Probably. I didn't say I would defiantly stop talking to you." I explained

"Ohhh. Okay, I got scared for a moment. Well bye I'll talk to you later" he said his goodbyes and the call was over. As I brought the covers back under my chin my phone began to ring again

"Hello?" I answered

"Sorry I didn't say goodbye properly. Sleep well. It was nice talking to you. I lo- I'll probably start calling you often at night. If you don't mind. You don't make me feel lonely. Okay, goodnight-I mean morning, Marilyn" he said and the phone call was over. I chuckle before getting cozy and fell like a rock to sleep.

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