11 June 2019
10am
"hey😁"
I texted, this was how I started everyday"Hello🙃"
An instant reply...
Like always. I quite like that thou. Its nice to know he is always there."Ready?"
I ask eagerly."Just woke up now🤣😛"
He said joking as he confessesI smile, I expect nothing less
"U kept me up all night u know😜"
He attempts to moan, however I know he is happy about that. He is like a dog, loves the attention I give him, and moans when I dont.I cleverly choose to ignore that conversation, and instead say
"Good luck today, hope u don't get hurt again😐!"Thanks, though I can't promise😎."
He jokesI stupidly choose to play this game, this was always the long term reason for my downfall. My flirts here and there. But who knew that such few words, can lead to such hurt and tears.
"Promise me."
...
"Promise."
11am
"Chlo😬"
He says treading carefully"Yep"
I know what Ur gonna say, Ur hurt. U were stupid enough and u hurt urself, fit tell me. Don't u dare tell m-"Injured😬"
"Called it 😐"
Hours pass, I loss track of time, we text all day and most of the night.
"We're just friends!"
I go back through my memories and trace back to my friends talking about our apparent love." Ye, sure."
They laugh at me" Then why do u always talk to him. All day!"
They inspect me"Cause... Cause, he is just so easy to talk to, is that bad."
" You talk about him all the time."
"Not all the time"
I whisper, starting to blush"If u talk about a boy so highly like hes... He's a...
"A prince"
Someone else chips in"Yes! If u talk about him like he is a prince then u should be dating him."
12pm
"Chlo"
He says, bringing me back to the present.We are in the phone now, apparently his near death injury is to hard to explain over text.
"Ye, sorry. So... U just bruised Ur finger."
I say simplifying his long doctor explanation."No! It is a very serious case, where my bone is affected since when he tackled me I falled-"
I do a big sigh and place the phone on the table while he rants on
Jack has always been ... Obvious, straight forward, and like all things, sometimes that's good and sometimes it's not. He is 15, tall skinny, yet strong. He has dark green eyes and long messy brown hair, he is sweet, funny. Gentle, and a real pushover. And he has very strong beliefs about mental health.
When he was 10 years old his dad passed away, We don't talk about his dad much, he always tells me
" The past is past, we are always moving forward, so that's all we should think about."
Now, I don't agree with that fully, but im not one to talk about it. He has clearly moved on. Or has he?"And that's what my condition is."
He finished his 10 minutes explanation"Chlo?"
Again I break out of my trance and pick up the phone."Oh, ok. So are u ok though."
I ask"Ye they say I should be back playing football, in 2 to 4 weeks."
I immediately turn to mum mode
" Nope, sadly they won't be seeing u in 2 to 4 weeks.""Why?"
"U are not allowed to play anymore, I am not letting u hurt urself again."
"But they need me on the team, timy left and now that Bruce is-"
"No!"
"Im putting my foot down.""..."
Next thing we know we are both laughing are heads of. That's always my one aim when we talk. If I can make him laugh then I have done my job.
"Ok Ur majesty"
He smirks putting on an accent
I start to play this funny game"Thank you my royal subject."
I giggle"Excuse me."
Breaks out of role."Sorry, how about counsellor?"
I suggest"Try a bit higher up"
He says arrogantly"Prince"
I laugh"Ye, I'll be Ur prince"
He smiles, from the other line"U will always be my princ-"
I cut myself short realising what I am saying...
There is a silence"I have to go, I think the nurse is coming."
He's lying. He is just trying to get out of this arkward conversation. Just act casual, say something normal.
"K"
"Bye"
He hangs up, I let the phone slip from my hands take a big breath and run my fingers through me hazel coloured hair. I lean back in my chair and hold my neck looking up with my eyes closed
Ur stupid
Prince! Really!!!
The words from my friends keep running through my mind
"You treat him like a prince."
Maybe I do, I shouldn't of said that. But... I wasn't lying.