Falling

S E V E N T E E N

The past few days have been pretty routine, just like normal. Wake up, go to school, go to cheer, go home, eat dinner, do homework, go to sleep, repeat.

However, one thing has been added to my normal routine.

Every night when I am working on homework, I get a FaceTime from Will. We talk while we both work on homework and until we are eventually too tired to talk anymore. AKA—until I fall asleep. It has gotten to the point where I expect it and look forward to it.

So you can imagine the disappointment that I'm feeling since he hasn't called me tonight.

I am pathetic, I know. I feel like a clingy girlfriend. Except for the fact that I'm not his girlfriend. We're friends.

I pick up my phone and check the time once again.

6:48pm

He usually calls just after 6:00pm.

Katelynn, chill. He has a life, he's got things to do. He's probably busy.

My expression turns grumpy at my own internal thoughts. I pick my pencil back up and go back to solving math equations as I pout and listen to the music echoing from my speaker.

A little while later, I finally finish off the last math problem and tuck my homework back into my backpack so it's all ready for school tomorrow.

I check the time on my phone again and see that it's just past 7:30pm.

I've already gotten myself all ready for bed. I'm dressed in an oversized tshirt, I've washed all of my makeup off my face, brushed my teeth, and my hair is up in the messiest of messy buns.

I throw myself onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling in boredom and annoyance at myself. I should not be so affected by the fact that he hasn't called me.

My eyes scan around my room, looking for a distraction. They land on my ukulele that's on the floor, leaning against my bookshelf.

Grateful for a distraction, I push myself off my bed and pad my way over to retrieve my uke.

I begin strumming random chords as I make my way back to my bed and lean against my headboard as I think of what song to play.

My fingers start strumming on their own accord to one of my favorite songs to play.

"Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me, out on the moonlit floor"

My singing is interrupted by my phone ringing and butterflies rush through my body when I see who the caller id is.

I push back my wispy fly away hairs that have escaped my bun and quickly look myself over in the mirror across from my bed.

Once I've decided that I look decent enough for a FaceTime, I accept the call and wait in silence as it's connecting.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and then see Will's face pop up on the screen. I instantly notice that his hair looks extra messy, as if he's been running his hands through it. And also that he's shirtless.

Be still my heart.

High school boys are not supposed to look like him gosh dang it.

"Hey!" I grin.