forbidden // l.h

.6

so as i sat on my bed, contemplating whether or not i should pick up the phone and stop being such a wimp, i realized that I had been sitting here for over three hours.

"Niah? Are you alright?" my mom had strolled into my room, and i wasnt sure how long she had been standing there watching me look like I was on drugs.

i crossed my legs, placing my head into my palms, letting out a muffled, "No."

I felt her walk over and sit on my bed and she placed a hand on my back.

"I'm guessing either friend or boy problems since you sat there with droll dripping from your tounge staring at your phone." she assumed

i lifted my head and wiped my mouth again, "do i have some sort of excessive drolling problems that you never told me about."

she giggled and shook her head, "No but i think you have some worrying problems that you need to fix yourself" she said, grabbing my phone and dragging it towards me.

I stared at the white iPhone for a bit longer before letting out such a big sigh that i could feel my chest move up and down.

i grabbed it and smiled up at my mom, "I think i got this , thanks Mum."

She smiled without saying a word, and removed herself from the bed, i could almost feel the box springs fixing themselves from underneath me.

I stared at my lockscreen of palm trees for im sure another ten minutes before sliding the lockscreen and typing in my passcode.

I clicked onto the iMessage app and let my fingers linger over the button to make a new chat.

i reached over to my desk to grab the slip of paper that held the number.

I typed in the number at the top and in the message box typed, "hey, it's Niah."

Then, I sent it.

I sat, rocking back and forth with a pillow pressed up against my chest, waiting for a response

everytime my phone went off it ended up being a tweet notification and I would get progressively more pissed off.

and I waited and I waited but he never texted me back.

2:45 P.M

and then it buzzed.

two fucking fourty five in the morning is when he decides to answer me.

Luke: NIAH HEY!

I rolled my eyes and decided to just talk to him at school.

I layed in bed, staring straight up at my popcorn ceiling. It still had the stars from when I was a kid and was scared of the dark, so I made my dad stick them up on there so i would feel like i was star gazing and it would help me sleep so much.

I miss my dad.