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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Cal had no idea why he was so nervous.
He anxiously bit his lip as he pushing himself off of the bed and over to his desk where all of his calligraphy supplies were housed. His phone buzzed in his hand, and he looked down at it.
Incoming FaceTime from: the girl I may or may not like 🤷🏽♂️
He took a breath before pointing the from camera towards the ceiling and pressing answer.
"Hey, sicko." He said. There was shuffling on the other line, followed by a cough and a huff.
"Hey, ahem, Cal! What's poppin'?"
"Wow, you're hip and fresh."
"I know. Don't need to tell me twice."
"You're too much. Anyways, you wanted to see the stuff I use?"
"Yeah." She said, sniffling.
"Okay." Cal turned the camera to the front camera and pulled his chair away from his desk.
"So, I started out using..." Cal went in depth over everything that he used for his calligraphy. For him, calligraphy was the one thing - well now, maybe one of two things since he's met phone girl - that calmed him down from the stress of his life. If the kids at school found out about this, the (false) gay rumors would only escalate.
Two more weeks, Cal.Two more weeks then you'll be out of school.
Phone girl hummed in understanding as he described every object, staring in awe at her phone screen when he started to demonstrate some of the pens and brushes. She loved hearing him speak about something that he was so interested in, and she wished she had a hobby that would distract her mind when need be.
"Um, I think thats all, I think." Cal said, his brown eyes flicking over his desk to make sure he got everything.
"All of that is beyond cool, Cal. I'm jealous. Oops, shit."
The clattering of her phone against the floor made Cal look down at his screen. Her phone was pointed at the ceiling, but out of the corner of the screen he could see the sheets of her bed messily strewn over the side.
"You o-" Cal started, but just as he started to utter the second word, a face appeared in front of the camera, and a hand grabbed the phone, pulling it up and pointing at the wall again.
It was phone girl.
And she was completely and utterly gorgeous.
Too gorgeous for Cal.
She was a black haired beauty with what looked like Hazel eyes and a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were pink and shiny, most likely from chapstick that Cal had included in her gift box.
Fuck, Cal thought. Phone girl was the most gorgeous being that he's ever laid eyes on. Even more beautiful than Mila Kunis.
"Cal? You there?" Phone girl broke him out of his thoughts. I'm not good enough for her, he thought.
"Y-Yeah, I'm here."
"You good? You sound a bit off."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I thought I saw a roach." He lied.
"That made me shiver. Oh my gosh, ew. Roaches are the bane of my existence."
"Hey, listen phone girl, I've got to go. My, uh, my mom needs me."
