The first few beams of light split through the open blinds onto the purple comforter. I hadn't realized the time and sat up quickly, scrabbling for my phone.
No New Messages
I fell back to my pillow and closed my eyes. Checking my IPod, I flipped my earlier messages, Caleb hadn't said anything back. Getting worried, I texted-
Me: Hey, I am just texting you because I wanted to make sure you were okay
I waited for at least 20 minutes with no reply. After checking my phone for the last time, I changed from sweat pants and tank top to a over-sized grey shirt and shorts. I was braiding my hair when my iPod lit up brightly. Scrambling for my phone, I unlocked it and read the text:
Caleb: Morning perfect
I let out a sigh of relief and replied
Me: Good morning to you too.
Caleb: Yeah well not really, I've been awake since 4:00
Me: Sucks for you yet I've been awake since 2:00
Caleb: What did you do that for?
Me: No reason
Caleb: What is it?
Me: Nothing seriously.
Caleb: Tell me
Me: Ugh nothing
Caleb: Fineeeeee
We continued to chat about random things, most of the time I was just trying to make sure he was okay. I questioned him innocently and comforted him. Caleb was one of my best friends, he had come to me with his most dire problems, some how I had always been able to drag him out of his endless, deep, dark, abyss.
He always came out smiling, calling me perfect, and being the idiot I had always known him for. He thanked me and hugged me even though half the time I didn't know what I was doing. Honestly, I wasn't sure how I was even able to help, I was glad I was.
He ended up having to eat breakfast or brunch or whatever you want to call it. I was once again left alone, and called up Anna.
"Hey! Tell me your not doing anything right now." I whined into the receiver
"Um... cleaning my room and choosing my outfits, why?"
"Because Caleb has hopelessly abandoned me."
"Well I can be over in maybe 15 minutes. That sound good?"
"Oh my goodness yes. See you soon." I thanked her and hung up.
It actually took 30 minutes for her to finally get to my house, which was four houses away, and in that time I changed my hair three times, finished a quarter of a book, and sketched half a page. A sharp knocking came from my bedroom door and I quickly answered it.
Anna, as usual, came bounding into my room, her brown hair curled into perfect spirals. She takes a seat on my bed and asks, "So what are we doing today?"
YOU ARE READING
Alarm-Clock
No FicciónIn a life-time of nobodies, and nothing... a group of friends lean on each other for support as they battle their everyday lives. Trust and hope grow stronger between them as they must steady their shaking hands and shattering worlds.
