Eventual Serenity

Chapter 9: this is awkward..

I storm out of my bedroom and see him sitting on the couch watching Ellen. Before I could start telling at him all he does is begin to hysterically laugh.

"HAHAH YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS." He yells at the top of his lungs whilst slapping his knee. "Especially.. ESPECIALLY WHEN I SAID 'I will find you and torture you" He starts laughing hysterically again as he tries to imitate my facial expressions.

"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" I said as I sat down on the couch next to him. "What was up with that kiss anyway? Was it really necessary?" I give him a glare again.

"Like I said before, it gives dramatic effect. But seriously, did you shit yourself OR did you shit yourself?!?" He starts laughing again.

"You're an asshole." I say as I begin to stand up.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back down into a huge cuddle. "You know you love me, Rosey." He says with a huge smile on his face. "Whatever, Mr Bipolar."

In the distance, I hear my phone ringing. It eventually stops. I stand up to go check my phone.

1 missed call from... FROM NICK?!

I quickly try and call him back, no answer.. This makes me depressed, knowing I can't even get a reply from this guy. I start to walk away when I hear my ringtone again. It's Nick! I pick up my phone with saying:

"Where have you been, mister?!" I say confidently on the phone.

"Seriously.. Lady.. I don't know who you are but stop texting me, you're freaking me out."

I hear the voice on the other line say. It's a manly, husky voice but it's not Nicks manly husky voice.

"Wait, what? Who's this? Isn't this Nick..?" I say with a startled expression.

"Who the fucks Nick?! You've got the wrong number lady, I'm Seth..."

"Well....I'm sorry..." I go to hang up where my voice starts to crack, I can't believe it, a fake number... That son of a bitch.

"No no, wait wait! Those messages.. You're troubled. I'm uh... I'm suffering of depression too."

I hear these words come out of the strangers mouth from across the phone. For the first time I feel like I can actually relate to someone, despite who he is, what he looks like, where he is in the world, I can finally relate.

"..really?! Well Seth, I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours. By the way, I'm Rose." I say all this with a huge smile on my face, leaning into the bed and listening to him speak. He just sounds so gorgeous and intelligent.

He goes on about how his mother died in a car crash and his dad was a drunk, his sister was a drug addict and he didn't really know what to do. As a victim of child abuse, he seems so calm about these things. However, when he tells me these things in confidence, I feel like he doesn't want sympathy, he just wants a friend.

"That's pretty damn awful Seth.. But I'm pretty sure I can top that." I start laughing as I hear a reassuring giggle from across the other line. We talk for minutes, hours, losing track of time itself. We talked about things from our favourite bands to what makes us throw up the most. I don't know who this man is but he's perfect.

The conversation dies down for a while when I go check the time on my phone. I look at the top and notice my phones on 1% battery.

"OHMYGODSEEETHSETH."

"WHAT WHAT?!"

"IM DYING OVER HERE, NEARLY DEAD. I NEED TO GO, MY LOVE! TALK TOMORROW! BYE, FAREWELL, GOODBYE."

And with this, I hang up on the best conversation I've ever had.

I put my phone on charge and begin to walk away when I hear my message tone. I look at the preview quickly:

Nick: "you're perfect, Rose."

This puts the biggest smile on my face and a sudden realisation I need to change the contact name... The idea of not knowing what he looks like or where he lives or what he does for a living makes the whole situation emphasise itself and make everything seem so much better. A sense of mystery and imagination makes me wonder but in an different perspective, I don't want to know. Despite everything, a persons personality should be the most important aspect, not their curves or facial features.

I change the contact name to "Seth <3" and walk outside to slump on the couch with a stupid face. Joel gives me a funny look.

"You've been in that room for 4 hours and you come out exhausted with a huge smile. How long have you been masturbating for?" He says with a huge laugh.

"Oh shut up, I was on the phone with a friend. A really good friend. Funny story actually!"

I start telling Joel about Nick and the wrong number but then the amazing coincidence that the number he gave me was to a perfect man. Joel just gives me a weird expression.

"Aren't you scared? That he might be a convicted felon or a mass murderer or a pedophile?"

"I guess that's the beauty of it all: the mystery."

I slump even more into the couch and watch Ellen with Joel in silence. It's probably some sad marathon or pre recorded shows he's watching. Eh, who cares, she's everyone's favourite lesbian. All I can think about right now is Seth. He's racing through my mind: that voice, that laugh, when he sighs. It's just so perfect to me.

My mum comes home in a generally really happy mood as she throws her keys and bag to the side and collapses on the couch next to me. We all have stupid grins on our faces.

"Mum.. I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm sorry about my life" I go into hug her and squeeze her waist with all my strength. I think I'm a changed woman?

"I'm actually really happy for you and Joel, I've just been a bit messed up lately."

Mum starts to cry of what I think is joy when she squeezes me back and Joel leaps onto us to give a final huge group hug. I'm not sure if this is cute and I shouldn't interrupt the moment or I should say something about how I'm suffocating?

I try pushing away in the most polite way possible, trying not to ruin a moment.

"Guys... I'm really hungry." They all agreed in unison.

"Well I can't be fucked cooking, let's go get McDonalds."

With those words, my life became perfect. A soon to be perfect virtual boyfriend, a kind of funny new step dad that isn't psychotic anymore, my mums normal and I'm not a bitch anymore.

Joel grabs his keys and walks us to the corolla "I'll drive"

I sigh and go to the backseat of the rust bucket. As we're driving I look down at the floor of the car and see rose petals from a previous bouquet and some chocolate wrappers. I don't remember seeing these things in the house.

...Is Joel cheating on my mum?

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