If I Fell

Checking In

"Hey. If I don't pick up I'm either working or sleeping. Leave a short message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

I pull the phone away from my face for a second to check the screen. I huff as I remember that she works the late shift on Monday's.

"Hey, it's me. I just wanted to talk about some stuff that has been going on lately. Nothing serious, just.... just call me when you get off. Have a good shift." I end the call and toss my phone on the bed, flopping down after it.

Now what am I gonna do?

Before my mind can begin to wander, the phone starts ringing. Eartha Kitt's sultry voice is only able to make it through a few lines of "I'd Rather Be Burned as a Witch" before I pick up.

"Hello?"

"Gimmie a sec." I sit on the bed and shuffle around until my back hits the headboard. I hear Devyn's muffled voice talking to someone. There's lots of noise in the background, but it begins to fade away.

"You still there?" she asks, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Yeah. I thought you were working."

"I am. But I saw that you called and elected to take my break early."

"You didn't have to do that," I say, feeling guilty but also grateful "Your shift has barley even started."

"Don't worry about it kiddo. I've got plenty of energy tonight. I can handle whatever these people throw at me."

I don't say anything, skeptical of her statement. Between Devyn's job and many other responsibilities, it's a wonder that she even has the energy to get out of bed in the morning.

"Anyways, what's going on?" she asks, slipping straight into her concerned problem solver voice.

Where do I even start?

Nothing much, it's just that there's this super melanin deficient family in town with looks that belong on the cover of a European magazine. I bumped into one of them but it felt like I ran into the side of an igloo, and then it felt like a supermassive black hole took up residence in my intestines, but they didn't even have a halo and-

"Mika! Girl relax, I can feel your brain over heating through the phone."

I stop, and take a deep breath in. It seems I've been doing that quite a bit in the past few days.

"You okay now?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good," she declares "now start at the simplest part of whatever is bothering you, and we'll progress to the complex."

A few minutes and word vomits later, I've told her about each of my encounters with the Cullens. The line goes silent and I hold my breath, waiting for her to tell me that I'm just being paranoid or that my brain is just out of whack. The silence stretches on and I start to get worried. I finally let out the air I've been holding before asking if she's still there.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking. You said that they were pale and extremely attractive? How pale are we talking?"

"I'm talking 'make a gallon of milk look like it vacations in Cancun' pale."

"And their eyes? What color are their eyes?"

"Their eyes? Devyn, what does their eye color have to do with anything?"

"A lot actually. Answer the question."

It pisses me off a little that she's being so vague but still ordering me to give her every detail. I try to shake it off. She must have a reason.