in which a boy boredly calls a random number at 11:11pm every night, not expecting to meet a sarcastic girl just a year older than him.
✎ The Rose Awards winner - short story ✎
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Lila groaned after yet another sneezing streak passed, collapsing back into her fluffy pillows. Thankfully, she hadn't thrown up since she's gotten sick, so it was just a bad fever.
Her head pounded, and she buried herself underneath the sheet to get complete darkness. The large window in her room prevented her from having complete darkness when she wasn't buried under the covers.
She huffed and threw the sheets off of her when she began to sweat underneath the covers.
The doorbell rang, and she immediately regretted forcing her parents to go to work today.
She heaved herself off of the bed and slipped her ratty socks onto her feet before dragging her feet down the stairs and to the front door.
Dramatically clearing her nose and throat, she unlocked and opened the door, only to come face to face with absolutely nothing. She furrowed her brows and looked around the completely quiet neighborhood.
As she looked to the right, her eyes met a large cardboard box taped shut with blue duct tape. She furrowed her brows once again, and grabbed the box, taking it inside and up to her room.
She sat on her bed and grabbed a pair of scissors, cutting the tape and opening the box. There was a handwritten note sitting on top written in gorgeous calligraphy. Underneath it sat objects wrapped neatly in blue tissue paper.
Putting the note to the side, she unfolded the tissue paper and gasped and the things inside of it.
Organized neatly inside were supplies that were useful during sickness. There were fluffy socks, cough drops, Tylenol, candy, and most importantly, movies.
An inevitable smile spread on her cheeks, and she picked up the note to see who the generous gift was from.
Hey, phone girl! I heard you were sick, so I thought that I'd give you a little something so that you can get better quicker and not sound like an ogre on the phone. I hope that you put all of this to good use. Feel better soon and I'll talk to you tonight (to interrogate you about your name).
Sincerely, Cal
Her smile only grew, and her stomach did weird flips. She pushed the foreign feeling away and reached over to grab her phone. She quickly dialed Cal's number - that she had memorized and put in her phone - and pressed her phone to her ear as she waited for him to pick up.
She frowned when she was met with a voicemail. "Hey, sorry I can't come to the phone right now! Please call back later! Oh, and of this is you, phone girl, I am at work and I'm not allowed to have my phone on me. Bye!"
Lila chuckled, throwing her phone to the side and digging into the cough drop bag since her throat was on fire.
She'd have to wait until tonight to thank Cal for everything he gave her. Until then, Lila binged on the movies he had given her, occasionally napped, and took her medicine as much as healthily possible. The blue fuzzy socks adorned her feet, keeping her toes warm.
She was already feeling better, and it was all thanks to her phone buddy.
