Then a sudden ring shook us out of the trance.
We shuffled and moved in search for the sound looking everywhere except at each other’s eyes. She pulled her phone from her pocket and answered the call
“Hi mom. We’re on our way home. Yes, about an hour or so, I think. Wait, I’ll ask him” She looked at me without looking at my eyes while covering her phone “You gonna stay for dinner?” I shook my head and muttered something about some chore I should do “He won’t make it. Okay mom, bye” She returned her phone in her pocket and started going down the hatch. “We should go now”. I followed her down and we drove back.
The drive home was the weirdest moment we ever had, and we had A LOT of weird moments. And I guess I know why this is the weirdest, because it’s a different weird, it’s awkward. We never had an awkward moment, for me and Iz, things just flow naturally. Everything between us fits right in a way that our difference and similarities are compatible. Like the food we eat, what she hates I love so she gives me those, and vice versa, what did our favorite comedy show called that? Oh yeah, the olive theory. But when it comes to shows, restaurants, clothes, moods, and a lot more we are similar. I am so used to things flowing smoothly between us that this awkwardness is unsettling, and it’s killing me that we are together but we act otherwise. I almost broke the silence but I see that her eyes were close, pretending to be asleep, I’m sure. When we reached her house, before we could even stop completely, she opened her door and rushed inside before I could even finish calling her name.
I tried to call her ten times already. No luck.
I sent her like fifty messages. No reply.
I fell asleep with my phone in hand. She didn’t even say good night.
