lungs

part 43

"can i meet him?" asked joey on the phone. ever since sam was born he's been dying to meet him.

i place the phone down on my dresser and put the phone on speaker. i sigh, "i don't know, babe. my mom won't even me hold him."

we're getting more comfortable calling each other "babe" and "baby", which i'm happy about.

i take my brush and start brushing my hair. i hear him rattling with something in the phone. i pulled my hair back into high ponytail. "what are you doing?"

"hm?" i hear.

"i said what are you doing." i asked him again as i apply hairspray to keep down my frizzy hair.

"oh, 'm wrapping presents for christmas." he said, "have you got your presents?"

"yes." no

"you didn't, didnt you?" he said, knowing me so well.

i let out a nervous laugh and open my drawers to pick out an outfit for the day. "what? no i have all of the presents for the three of us."

"anna." he says.

"yeah?"

"there's four of us. you, me, hunter, and jacob." joey says.

"oh, right." i said, making myself sound like an idiot, not that i am one already.

i mean, hunter and i aren't really that close. heck, we deadass just met. i'm probably going to give him like a card and some candy unlike joey and jacob. it's like nothing personal, it's just i just met him.

"give me a hint of what you're getting me, cross." hey says, "i wanna see if i can guess it."

i laughed, "i'm not telling you joey." i told him as i laid my clothes on my bed, ready to be changed in.

"are you getting anything for sammy?" i asked him. that's sams nickname for joey and i, sammy. it's cute. sams cute.

i heard him scoff in the the phone speaker. "yeah, what do you think i am? an idiot?"

"yeah." i said, giggling.

i like this part of joey, his caring side of his personality. he makes sure everyone is happy and if they're not, he will make them happy. god, he's such a good person.

sometimes i wonder wether or not i deserve someone like joey. he has that rare kind of personality that's hard to find nowadays.

and, out of all the people he could be with, he chose me. all i am is just girl from san francisco that literally living off of one lung.

"that's debatable." joey says in the phone. yes, yes it is debatable.

"sophia, joey!" i hear from the background of joeys side of the call. his mom is probably calling him for lunch since it's almost noon. i love how i'm just picking out my outfit at noon because i woke up late.

i hear joey sigh, "i got to go, anna. it's time to eat." i was right.

"okay." i said.

"okay." he says.

"okayyyy." i said, wondering if i should hang up first or he should.

"okay." joey says. he's probably thinking the same.

i smile, "okay."

"i love you anna bye-" he said that and then hung up the phone. gosh he's such a dork.

i've realized i never said "i love you too" he told me one night when he came over. i mean we have been dating for like a month and half, or almost three months.

we're not that kind of couple that keeps dates, we just estimate it by what me know. i guess that's what makes us unique in a way.

i mean i love him, i really do, but it's just i don't know if i'm ready to say the L word yet. it's complicated.

i'll tell him i love him

someday...

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just saying...the ending will make you cry.