Little Things

I Mentally Face Palm Myself About 67 Times.

My phone rings causing me to let out an irritated moan. Its 6:30 in the morning and I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night. Who on earth is calling me at this ungodly hour.

I try to get up to grab my phone but Cole’s grip only tightens on me. I try to get up but sigh in defeat and decided I didn’t want to wake him up, but I guess my loud ring tone did after the person called for a third time as he loosened his grip and rolled over onto the other side of the bed.

 “Hello? Yes mom it’s me. No I’m not in a car on my way to Mexico, I’m fine, I’m sure, I’m not being forced to say this. I’m at Becca’s house. Well I wanted to catch up with her and have a girl’s day. Okay, sorry for scaring you, bye love you.” I felt interrogated, typical mum, always worrying. I can hear Cole chuckling probably laughing at how ridiculously worrisome my mom gets.

 “Wow.” Cole says, his voice raspy after just waking up.

Wait a sec. Cole. Me. Bed.

Did I seriously just sleep in the same bed as Cole McGrath?Oh my gosh I am slow in the morning, I mean I know I’m oblivious to things half the time but how could I not notice I was sleeping with him? I guess I had a little bit of a late night, when I’m tired I tend to make irrational decisions. Cole probably noticed the shocked expression on my face because he then asked me if I was okay and I just nodded extremely slowly like I was only half paying attention. Mind you I was only half paying attention because the other part of my brain was going crazy that I was stupid enough to sleep with him. It’s not a big deal though, I mean nothing else happened. I hear Cole clear his throat.

 “Oh yeah I’m gonna go call Becca and get ready.” I say pointing to the door and awkwardly walking out.

 “Okay then.” Cole sleepily mumbles, pushing himself deeper under the covers.

 Becca was my best friend. I’ve known her since my diaper days and since then we’ve pretty much been inseparable. She’s by far prettier than any other girl at McKinley, why she throws away her social status for me? I have no idea. She has long blonde hair that stops in the middle of her back. Her eyes are a blueish grey colour and she was blessed with perfectly tanned olive skin and curves. She’s a bit taller than me, standing at 5’5”.

 “Becca.”

“What do you want at 6:45 in the morning?” She grumpily wonders.

 “I just slept with Cole McGrath.”

 “Holy shit, you did not just lose your virginity to the biggest player in all of high school.” Well that grabbed her attention.

 “Becca.” I whine my face turning red. “I mean we literally just slept in the same bed, we didn’t have sex.”

 “Oh, okay I think I’m gonna go freak out now, give me a minute?”

 “Sure thing.” After she’s done squealing and babbling about how hot he is I ruin the moment and say, “Beccs I don’t mean to kill the mood but I also have some bad news…”

 "Well spit it out, I’m sure spending the whole day with Cole freaking McGrath makes up for it.”

 “I have cancer.” I blurt out, making sure I’m locked away in the bathroom so Cole can’t hear a word. I can hear Becca starting to cry.

 “What kind do you have?” She sniffles after she manages to compose herself.

 “Synovial Sarcoma, it’s in my knee.” I reply using every ounce of willpower to not just collapse onto the bathroom floor and cry my eyes out. She’s completely silent on the other end for a good three minutes.