Lovely | Terrornuckle

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Monday
October 8, 2018

A soft buzzing noise filled my ears whilst a slight rumble, bubbled beneath my pillow. I sucked in a shallow breath before pulling my eyes open, and tiredly tapped at the "snooze" button that appeared across my phone screen. I rolled over to the other side of my bed, facing my door. Slowly, I pulled myself away from my beloved bed whilst rubbing at my eyes.

I found myself peering into my bathroom mirror. Bags hung lazily below my waterline, with red lines that littered the whites of my eyes. Sighing, I turned on the faucet and splashed the freezing water onto my face. When I turned off the faucet my phone emitted a loud ding and I swiftly pulled it out of my pocket. My cold finger tips tapped at the screen, and I squinted my eyes reading the message sitting on the screen.

Brock,
Hey, Brian! Just wanted to check in, and wanted to know if you were available to record with me around  12.

I sniffled while I typed a few words and sent my message.

Brian,
You know I don't do anything except for stay at home and play video games, but do you mean 12 my time or your time?

I stared, awaiting a reply. After a minute of waiting and no response, I pocketed my phone and dragged my feet into the kitchen. Chewing at my bottom lip I made my way to my stainless steel fridge, and grabbed the carton of eggs. I grabbed a small pan, turned on the stove, grabbed three eggs, and began to cook my breakfast. I decided to take a seat at my island and scrolled through Twitter, while I waited for my scrambled eggs to cook. Bored, I closed out of the app and opened up messages, chewing away at my lip's skin as my eyes fixated onto the name at the top of my screen. Brock, it read. I poked at the call icon and brought my phone to my ear, my breathing going shallow and my chest folding. Becoming too focused on the, 'ring, ring, ring' from the phone I didn't realize the other male had answered.
"Hey, Brian." The American murmured, seeming unamused. Silently I cringe, my mind going crazy. My leg bounced beneath me and my hand scratched at my neck. Sucking in a quick breath, I answered.
"Hey, man.." I paused, my heart pushed and pounded at my rib cage, shaking me from the inside out.
"Sorry, uh, I noticed that you didn't get my text, so I was wondering" I stopped and swallowed the lump in my throat, my leg continued to bounce.
"I was uh, wondering. Did you mean at 12 my time or 12 your time. I'm sorry, I was just curious and I'm probably bothering you..." I trailed off and dug my teeth into my already torn up lip. My breath caught in my swollen throat as the other male sighed heavily into the phone. I stood up and turned the stove off, grabbing the pan and putting the eggs onto the plate I had set aside.
"You know you don't bother me, right?" He said, completely disregarding my question. I furrowed my eyebrows, opening my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I grabbed a piece of bread, and stuck it in the toaster. I took the ketchup from the fridge and emptied the small amount left onto the eggs.
"But, I meant your time. I decided to do the math for you" Brock, said softly. I nodded, but realized that he couldn't see me.
"Yea, that's fine I mean.." A loud ding startled me, causing me to cut off my sentence. I place the piece of toast on my plate, made my way back over to my seat and began to stuff my face. I waited for Brock to say something, but he didn't.
"Uh" I breathed out, pausing as I set my fork down.
"Are you okay, Brian? You've been acting kind of odd lately" He said, catching me off guard. My toes scrunched and my body went cold, but my hands were sweating and my face was burning.
"Brian?" He questioned. I didn't answer quick enough, I scrambled trying to find something to say.
"Yea, I mean, yea I've been good. I've been just lovely!" I stammered out, I tapped at the kitchen counter hoping he'd take my answer. We both went silent for a moment before he spoke again.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He continued to pry. I shook my head becoming irritated.
"And you know you can bud out of my business" I spat, my face continued to boil and stomach fluttered.
"Damn, okay. Sorry" He murmured as the line went silent. I huffed, and decided to bite at my nails.
"I guess I'll talk to you later, Brian. Text me if you still want to record" He said and hung up the phone, I froze the phone still resting by my ear. Fuck.