Fictional

4 - Hello

I got home to the dormitory still thinking of other probable explanations to my mystery earlier. That’s never happened to me before. The feeling is… alien. I lay alone on my bed, alone, waiting for my “colleagues” to come. It’s pretty usual these days, to come over the day after to avoid the two-hour orientation, in which proctors are so strict that they would probably scold someone if one blinked, so you can’t sleep even though your mind torments you. My roommates, Calvin and Russia, would probably come here in about an hour, so I really have nothing to do. My back was a bit elevated, and I was throwing an apple upward again and again, admiring the physics, even though I completely am ignoring the apple, and was thinking of earlier. I mean, what in the world was that about? I mean, sure. I did tell mom that I might have snacked on his pheromones a little, but it was supposed to be a joke. My mother has been waiting five years for me to at least have interest to a real person. Not a fictional one. She was afraid that I’d be alone for the rest of the life I live and would rather hang-out with cats than real people or maybe having an unprotected one-night-stand just to have my own children with my own genes. Well, I’m not saying that none of which are something that I wouldn’t do just not to be with somebody who will shatter me to pieces, emotionally or literally, but I just wanted to tell her that I might really like somebody. Not just “Because he’s hot” like, more of “This might be it” like. Or is it? The hell you are thinking, Alexandra, I scold myself. I caught the apple one last time and sighed lengthily and stubbornly put it on my bedside drawer. I hugged my teddy bear tightly and gave it a little kiss on the forehead. I was listening to Ed Sheeran’s I See Fire which helped me get a bit too emotional. Speaking of I see fire, the symbols he wrote on the paper along with his number earlier; it was Furthark. It was easily recognized as scribbles on books or scrolls or whatnot in many movies like HTTYD, LotR, or The Hobbit. But to be honest, I kind of over studied about Norse Mythology when I saw Marvel’s Avengers Loki. It helped me on our studies about Mythologies, though, and it helped me understand their situations. I took the paper under the apple and read it clearly. “Call me.” It said. Nice way to woo a fangirl, Alexander Webster. Nice way. Trying to read inscriptions on the internet helped me master it. Now I can read and write easily. Not that I know it’s the real ones, though. I just used J.R.R. Tolkien’s guide, so I wouldn’t say I’m an expert, just… plainly, a fangirl. A crazy one, my mother would say. I took my phone from under my pillow and sent mom a voicemail. “Alexander Webster” I said and ended it. That’s all she’ll ever need. Though it might be a bit hard for her because he said he had no social media accounts, but who knows what sources mom has. I mean, where in the world did I get my stalking skills anyway? I smiled at the thought of inherited stalking skills and called Alexander.

“I was expecting you to call.” He suddenly said

“Um, how would you like your pizza again, sir?” I asked

I heard him laugh.

“Oh, Alexandra. You know well that I am not going to order pizza.” He said and I laughed

“Okay, smarty pants, you got me. I’m bored. Let’s talk.” I said

“I’m not wearing pants, so you can only call me smarty this moment.” He said

“What?” I blushed.

“I’m naked under my comforter. It’s cold.” He said. Oh, the mental image.

“You know you can change the temperature settings of you Air conditioner, right?” I asked

“I know, but then I like being snuggled up and cozy in my own heat.” He said

“For freaks sake, put some clothes on!” I said

“No! The temperature under my sheets won’t be the same when I come back!” He said and giggled