Broken Pieces

FaceTime

Aidan?
I texted him every day of break for the next few days.
Aidan?
Hello?
Are u ok?
Each time, no response.
Aidan. I know ur seeing this. fucking answer me or I swear...
I sighed as I locked my phone. I smoothed my eyebrows in the mirror and resumed staring at my intoxicating phone screen. Three dots appeared. My fingers grew clammy and they trembled above my keyboard. I awaited his response in suspense.
Sorry Blythe our internet went out. Took three days for the man to get out here... lol. what's going on???
My mind swirled with emotion. I couldn't tell if I was happy that he's not mad at me or if I hated myself for being so over emotional and girly. Why did I care so much? I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my hands up and down my smooth face. I heaved a big sigh as I strained my eyes to look at the text messages.
Blythe?
U there?
FaceTime me!
I fixed my bouncy hair and curled my eyelashes upwards with my finger as my phone began to ring.
"Hey Aidan.." I started awkwardly
"Are you okay? I mean, you seemed like you needed to talk to me really bad" I chuckled.
"Yeah, uh- just... family problems. Needed to rant I guess. It's good now." Aidan's black hair fell out of place as his piercing blue eyes found mine through the screen.
"B... you know you could've come to me." But I didn't want to. I had to face the facts. I was scared to go back to his house because of what happened... last time.
"Yeah, I guess. Dad wouldn't have let me out though. You know how that goes."
"What, does he want me to bring some brownie batter or something?" I chuckled at Aidan's cute remark. He always knew how to brighten even my darkest of moods. I stared off the screen, looking down at my lap.
"Well. I guess that's all. It's getting pretty late now anyways so I need to get to bed." Aidan's face twisted.
"No, no! Lets stay on. FaceTime 'til we fall asleep? Like old times?"
"You're on."
The rest of the night, Aidan and I talked about what we missed over our three days of no communication. He went ice skating, present shopping, and even car shopping. The boy had it all. I, however, had only sat in my room, moping over my sad and miserable life. We were polar opposites.
      Maybe he got me a present. The back of my mind was hopeful with these kinds of thoughts. I often pushed them back to where they belong, cutting off their every chance of fulfillment. As the night grew a darker black, the bugs chirped a louder chirp, and I grew a more tired girl, Aidan fell asleep. His tan skin glowed in the phone, his hair gently falling on his forehead. His cheeks puffed up with his hand underneath them, his mouth slightly agape. I lied my head adjacent from my phone, admiring my best friend. That's all he was to me, of course. I just had to keep reminding myself that.