i scrolled through pinterest, searching for yellow photos i haven't posted yet. just as i saved a few, diego texted me.
i didn't want to tell him, but the thing about the dolans made me nervous. i didn't want to push it, so i dropped it.
just as i clicked on diego's contact, his facetime call appeared on my screen. it was around one in the morning, so i was sitting in my bed.
i clicked the green button and propped my phone on my laptop. diego's forehead popped up, but it seemed he didn't know the facetime call started.
"no, mom. i didn't let the dogs shit downstairs!" he yelled. i heard a laugh, most likely from his mom. he smiled and looked down at his phone.
"hi, ev!"
"hey," i flipped my lamp on and rubbed my eyes.
"oh, shit," he whispered silently. "it's eleven here, which means. oh my god! i'm sorry! it's one in the morning!"
"no," i smiled. "it's fine. it's not like my parents haven't heard us on the phone this late anyways. i winked. last week, my mom walked in my room before she went to work and saw diego's face on my phone, even though we were both sleeping.
"are we watching a movie tonight?" he ran a hand through his hair.
"maybe an episode of something. i don't think we are going to last a whole movie."
diego and i made up our own little activity for late nights like this. we would scroll through netflix, find a movie, and play it together. we'd watch it "together" and comment on everything, as if we were really hanging out.
"by 'we' you mean you, right?" he laughed.
"shut up," i rolled my eyes.
"make me," he smirked. i could almost imagine emma commenting on that.
"okay," i moved my arm to end the call. his eyes went wide.
"no! please stay," he whined.
"i wasn't going to end it anyways," i smiled. he blushed at something. "what?"
"you're cat is laying on your pillow."
"i don't have a cat."
"okay, you looked cute when you just smiled like that."
"awe," i blushed now.
"now, what show?" he changed the topic.
we watched riverdale until diego's line got oddly quiet. i looked at my phone to see diego's face snuggled into his pillow, fast asleep.
by 'we' you mean you, my ass.
i exited netflix off of my laptop and checked my follower count. as soon as it loaded, the 99.9k switched to a 100k.
"diego! getcho clown ass up!" i spoke as loud as i could without waking my parents up.
"huh?" he opened his eyes and checked his ipad that was loaded on my account. "did i just miss it?!"
"sort of," i laughed.
"dammit. i'm sorry."
"it's fine. you're cute when you sleep."
"stop it," he moved the camera off of his face.
"hey!" i laughed. i heard buttons click and then he went on pause. "what are you doing?"
"nothing much," i could hear the smile on his face.
"you're not posting anything!"
"just on my private snap?"
"let me at least look good in it!"
"fine," his face popped back up. he waited for me to do something. after i just stared at him, he grunted really loudly and awkwardly. i burst out laughing and he screen shotted.
"i better look good," i laughed.
"you will."
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"i look like i'm crying!"
"maybe you are."
"am not!"
"sure," he smiled. "let's just watch the rest of this episode."
