Who are you actually?

The End

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I paced by the payphone.

Should I? Should I not? She really deserved it. I really needed to. But it would be so much easier not to. Ugh, stop being such a pussy, Aria. Do it. No don't do it. Do it! Don't do it!

"Uh, are you going to use the phone or not?" a voice behind me asked. 

"Look, buddy," I said, before whirling around.

Luke was leaning against the wall with a half-smile on his face. His black t-shirt hugged his frame and extenuated his muscles. He had changed his pants from black jeans to blue jeans. He looked about as normal as an Abercrombie model nonetheless. 

"Hi," I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to use the payphone!"

He approached the payphone and pretended to make a call. 

"Hello, Jesus? Hey bud. So, don't be pissed but I wanna be human so I can date this girl. Sorry for the inconvenience. Oh, and hope you're not still mad about me running away and shit. Aight peace out yo."

"Ha ha, very funny," I said sarcastically. 

I pushed past him and dialed the number.

After a couple of rings, she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, mom," I said, nervously.

"Aria? Is that you?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, it is."

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG LADY? YOU BETTER BE ON THE NEXT FLIGHT TO CANADA THIS INSTANT! I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! WHERE ARE YOU?" she bellowed.

"Mom, calm down. I'm in... Florida," I lied.

"No you're not. You are definitely not in Florida. You hate Florida."

"Okay, yeah I'm in Georgia," I confessed. 

There was a pause and then sniffles.  "Are you coming home? Please come home, Aria. Please."

"Mom, I can't go back. I miss you, but I can't go back there."

"What do you mean you can't come back? Aria, you are my daughter, and you need to come home. You're only seventeen!"

"I know, mom. I know. I just can't deal with life there anymore."

"Aria, we can move together. We'll get out of here. I just need you with me again. Please, Aria. Please."

After a long pause, I said, "okay."

Then I hung up. 

"So you're moving back, huh?" Luke asked, a twinge of disappointment evident in his tone. 

"Yeah, I can't do this to her anymore."

He nodded and looked down at his shoes. 

"I want you to come with me though," I said definitively.

"What?" he asked, in shock.

"You're a frickin spirit. You can do whatever the hell you want."

He chuckled and said, "not a spirit but whatever. Sure, I have nothing better to do."

I grabbed his hand as we entered the taxi.

"Where to?" the man asked.

"the airport, please. We're going home," I said with a smile.