J & A

2. "it's cute like you."

I stared at the text for a solid two minutes. He texted me, he actually did.

Of course, you would think the obvious answer would have been to text back a simple "hey, what's up?" right? No. No, instead I tucked my phone back into my pocket and continued walking home, a tighter grip on the textbook I held. I'll text him when I get home, I told myself.

Note to self: don't ever put off texting someone back, because you will forget no matter how convinced you are in thinking you won't. You. Will. Always. Forget.

Parents are such a joy to come home to, pestering you about your friends and your school work, showing that they actually care about your life outside of home. Well, that's what I would think. I wouldn't really know, considering both my dad and stepmom hardly glanced my way as I opened the door.

"I'm back." I announced, the two on the couch barely batting an eye.

"Did you get your homework done for that class?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, knowing they didn't hear, their focus already directed back at some stupid reality show. That class-I don't think they even know which classes I'm taking. Without another word, I shut the front door behind me and wandered off to my room, sliding the door that closed my hallway off so it wasn't open. I went into my room, tossing my textbook onto my bed instantaneously.

I checked the time, 7:26 pm. Still entirely too early to sleep, not that I was tired anyway. Might as well do that algebra homework now.

An hour and a completed assignment after a shit ton of procrastination later and I was officially relieved of any other school related work. I finally let myself grab my little android phone, tapping on Instagram to open it. I scrolled through my feed, liking pictures and all that jazz before checking my notification. A handful of likes from my last selfie and a new follower. @jacegriffwin started following you.

Oh shit, I thought, hurriedly checking the time. 8:32 pm. Shit.

I pulled up my texts, tapping on the last text I received. Nothing since the last text he sent. I bit my lower lip; what do I say?

Should I just go with a simple hey or should I apologize for taking so long to respond? What if he's one of those people who go to bed insanely early and he's already asleep? Unlikely if he was the kind of person I thought he was, but still.

Why was I overthinking this?

I finally figured out what to say after a good three minutes: hey(:

I hit send and watched the text load as it sent.

Then I started panicking again.

What if he fell asleep and that text woke him up? What if he actually didn't find me cute and this was a joke? What if he thought I was annoying? Shit shit shit.

My panic was cut short with a sound alert from my phone. I stared at the small object's screen, torn with excitement and anxiety. Excitement because wow, this was an actual real life boy who thought I was cute enough to text but anxiety because wow this was an actual real life boy who thought I was cute enough to text and I could change his mind in a split second with a simple text.

I forced myself to unlock my phone to check the text.

What's up? :)

This time, I made myself type the first thing that came to mind.

just got back from Aidan's c: you?

It was after I sent that text that I realized I should probably save his number. I had just finished typing in Jace as his contact name when he texted me back. I opened the text but cleared my bed of my bag and my book and turned off my lights. I squinted at the brightness of my phone, hastily turning it down before actually reading the message.

Nice. :) just chillin and that's so cute c:

I furrowed my brow, confused.

what's so cute?

That face c:

I smiled slightly at that; it was just an emoticon. I reached over for my charger so I could plug in my phone beside my bed before tucking myself under the covers.

thanks? haha c: idk i've used it for a while now

well it's cute, like you c:

I nearly dropped my phone in surprise. I could feel my cheeks heating up and suddenly my covers felt too warm. The smile my face held nearly hurt my cheeks while I tried to think of what to say that didn't sound completely idiotic.

thank you awh c: you're so sweet

No problem!

Now this was what I dreaded. The awkward "I-don't-know-what-to-say-so-I'll-either-say-something-dumb-or-not-answer" moment.

Chewing my lower lip, I checked the time quickly. 9:16 pm. Why the fuck was I so tired on a Friday night? I yawned just as the thought occurred to me and I shut my eyes. I'd answer him in a couple seconds, I just had to think of a reply. It would come to me soon.

Like I said earlier: don't ever put off texting someone back if you plan on answering. I found myself drifting to sleep, my phone clutched in my small hand. But the next morning, I found myself pleasantly surprised:

:(

I guess you fell asleep, good night :)

good morning ANDREA :)

He sent me a goddamn good morning text. Let me date this boy now.

A/N: if only A would have known just how involved she would be with J. but hii sorry, for taking so long to update. but I'm warning you now that updates will be a bit slow, due to school and such. please be patient (and you may have to remind me to update from time to time) but yeah. I hope you liked this chapter. I know it's a dull start, but later on the story will build. thank you for reading anyways little teacups. 💕