Out of the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 17

"Pick up, pick up, come on, Cecil. Pick up." I chant, hoping he answers the freakin' phone.

"Hello?" Cecil's says, his voice deep, throaty.

"Hey, it's Andy. Are you busy or something?" I clutch onto my phone tighter.

I don't want him to say he is.

"No, I was sleeping. Got tired after practice today."

"I saw you." I blurt out, regretting sharing this to him.

"I know."

He knows but doesn't say hey?

"Oh."

We both don't talk for a few.

"Andy?"

"Yes?!" I jump, almost falling off the stool at the island in the kitchen.

"Is there something you wanted to say? I'm still tired, I kind of want to go back to bed."

Oh.

"Why don't you talk to me?" I ask, unsure if he cares or not.

"I do."

"No you don't, Cecil. You haven't even come to pick me up in the morning."

"I talk to you at lunch."

Why is he justifying this?

"Cecil, why didn't you pick me up? And no, you don't even talk to me at lunch."

I hear him sigh into the phone. "Andy come on."

He seems impatience. I should be the impatient one.

"Come on, what? Cecil, we're best friends, siblings even." I'm on the verge of tears.

I cry when I'm angry, feelings are overwhelming sometimes.

"That's just it!"

Huh?

"What do you mean? You are!"

"Maybe I don't want to be your brother, or best friend, Andrea."

That's a first. Cecil hasn't called me that since I got my named officially changed. He was able to stop calling me Andrew, but kept Andy, since it worked for both.

"I don't get it. Why?"

"Of course you wouldn't." He huffs out.

That hurts.

"Why wouldn't I get it, we know everything about each other. I wouldn't keep anything from you." I smile at the truth.

He's my best friend., I love him. I wipe at my eyes trying to clear them of tears.

"Andrea, I think we need to take a break from our....friendship."

This is like a break up, but friendly. Ha, get it?

"Why?"

"I'm going through things that I rather you not be in right now." I sniffle. "Andrea, don't cry, please. It's not that serious."

"Will you still see me, talk to me?"

"I think you should get your boyfriend to pick you up in the morning."

"Cecil?"

"Bye Andy." He hangs up, the dial tone playing, waiting for me to punch in another number.

Ugh!

I feel like that needy girlfriend that's a controlling psycho.

This didn't answer anything. It's just made me more confused than ever. This couldn't be a fight, we don't fight. I'll meet with Cecil tomorrow, we can talk this out, be rational.