Dead Bodies (Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

I slept the whole day away Sunday, I literally woke up at 5 PM. My mom wanted to do some shopping trip, but I declined, so she went by herself instead. Which sounds pretty sad now that I think of it.

So I spent the day in my pajamas, eating ice cream and watching re-runs of The Vampire Diaries. My mom got back at 7 and cooked dinner. This is the only day she's off all week, so I tried to be social with her. It was a pretty awful attempt. Every conversation would end as soon as it started. But when my dad got home, it was better. And he told us a story about a guy who kept complaining about the taxes. It was pretty funny because it all ended in my dad cussing him out. Which turned into the man threatening him. But whatever.

After dinner, I did the dishes and laundry. It was only 9 when I was done. Normally I went to bed at 11. Since I felt like I did nothing today, I put on my tennis shoes for a late night run. Which is something I did often.

"I'm going running." I told my mom before sliding past the door.

It was pretty cold outside. I'm glad I wore a jacket. But my track shorts were too short and my legs were shaking from the cold. I started running the path I recognized most. It was pretty dark but I kept running.

Running was probably what I liked most, apart from the Internet. I only did it once or twice a week though.

I stopped to catch my breath on the sidewalk. I'm sweating now, and I'm thankful I wore my track shorts. I heard a car from behind me. Before I could step to the side, the car splashed the puddle on the road. It soaked me from head to toe. I heard a laugh from inside the black car that splashed me. I flipped off the car, which earned another laugh from the person inside.

I rolled my eyes. Mother fucker. I waddled home in my wet, squeaky tennis shoes. When I opened the door, my parents were already asleep in their rooms. I could tell because I could hear my dad snoring.

I tip toed upstairs to my room. On my my door, a pink sticky note was there. I tore it off and read over my moms handwriting.

'This number called you while you were running. Think it might be a boy asking you to Prom? It's not too late to go yet..' At the very bottom of the note there was a phone number. I ignored the prom suggestion. Curiosity got the best of me as I sat down on my bed, with my phone in hand.

The phone picked up on the 2nd ring. A manly voice came over the phone. "Hello?" the voice was deep and raspy. It made me choke on the air.

"Yeah, you called me earlier. I guess." I dumbly stated. A heard a female voice shouting from the background on the other end and the man on the phone laughed. Then there was just a bunch of noise on the other end.

"Hi?" a female voice came over the phone this time. She sounded out of breath, like she just did exercising.

"You called me earlier." I didn't try to hide my annoyed voice. This boy- or, girl. Well whoever- was wasting my time.

"Oh, yeah. Um it's Ivy." I waited for her to give more details, because I did not remember a Ivy from anywhere. "Um, I'm your new neighbor?" Oh! That's we're that voice came from! Why the hell would she want to call me?

"Okay..?" I questioned. I wasn't the one to hide my emotions. If I was mad, sad, confused, etc. I would let you know it.

"So, um, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time?" she stated sounding nervous.

"Uh, sure?" It sounded more like a question than a statement when I said the words. "Like, when?" Fuck, this conversation was so awkward. I wonder what happened to the boy earlier on the phone?

"Maybe tomorrow? I know you're still in school and stuff.. But after school. Do you want to, like, come over to my place?"

I slowly nodded. And when I realised she couldn't see the gesture. I said 'sure' through the phone. We exchanged awkward 'goodbyes' before I hung up.