Cris’ phone starts to vibrate, and I have to wake her up, we didn’t even finish the movie because we both fell asleep… actually, I don’t think we even made it to the ten-minute mark. I’ve been awake for about five minutes, but I hadn’t wanted to move so Cris wouldn’t wake up, but now I have to.
“Cris, hey, wake up.”
She moves a little, crinkles her nose, turns to her left, but doesn’t wake up.
“Cris, come on wake up, your phone’s vibrating. Someone is calling.”
Cris makes an annoyed face and swats her hand so that I stop annoying her, I laugh at her antics but press on, this time a little louder.
“Cris. Open your eyes.”
I reach out to grab her phone and see who’s calling, maybe if I tell her who it is she’ll tell me if it’s important or not; it’s her mom.
“Hey, Cris. Its your mom on the phone.”
That does wake her up, as soon as I was finished talking Cris was already taking the phone away from me and hitting the answer option.
“Mom.”
Before she can get a second word in, I start hearing her mother’s voice booming out from her phone and Cris looks at me with an upset expression, rolls her eyes and puts the phone away from her ear.
“Girl… My mother is such a drag.”
I shrug and Cris returns her attention to her phone.
“Mo- Mom… Yeah, I – Mom! I said yes! I heard you already! Mhm. I don’t know. Not long. I said I don’t know, mom! You’re so annoying!”
Cris hangs up and I can bet she hung up on her mom while she was still talking.
“Sorry about that.”
She throws her phone in bed and then drops next to me.
“Do you have to go already?”
Cris closes her eyes and turns to me to hug me, she hugs me tightly and hides her face in the crook of my neck.
“Criiiiiiiiis?”
“What?”
“Do you have to go now?”
She presses her face closer to my neck and tightens her embrace.
“Yeah.”
I hear her breathing in my ear and I can tell she’s crying again.
“Cris? Are you crying? Come one, look at me.”
I sit up as best as I can and I make Cris look at me, I wipe off the tears that are falling down from her eyes.
“Just look at those amazing blue eyes you got there.”
“Nah, they’re a little bit… crazy.”
“No.”
She sits up and crosses her legs so we’re sitting facing each other, her expression softens, and she smiles at the same time as she exhales through her nose.
“When I was little, my brothers used to call me ‘toad eyes’.”
“Well… I wish I had your toad eyes.”
Deja-vú.
This entire conversation has felt like a giant deja-vú and I guess it shows somehow in my face, maybe in the form of confusion because Cris watches me for a few moments and then she stands up while she whines about it.
