Donuts • ch

Custard filled

I had his number.

Yet I didn't call it.

Whenever I held my phone with the paper in the other half and I always dropped the paper. The fear of calling him, what if it's not even him? Instead of calling I decide to wait until 4 a.m. Maybe if I go to the donut shop he will be there. My fear of calling was greater than seeing him in person. It's logical? Right?

My thoughts conversed back and forth as I held my head in my hands. Eyes were drooping, breathing was getting heavier, and the sweet smell of donuts ran through my nostrils.

Will I ever have a proper sleeping pattern ever again?

I felt a soft tap on my back, enough to stir me from my sleeping state. "I hate to wake you from your beauty sleep, but I'm not really that sorry that I just did." I picked my head up and squinted from the brightness and blindness to see Calum.

"Oh hello." I honestly had no proper words to say other than 'hello'.

"How are you?" He smiled down at me and waited for my answer.

"I've been better. And you?" My neck started to strain from looking up at his tall figure.

"I'm fine, thank you." He continued to smile and I wondered If his face was permanently glued like that.

He didn't move, not even to sit, he just stared at me intently. "You can sit in the seat, it's okay." I signaled to the empty seat next to us but he shook his head instead.

"I'll sit once you give me a hug." He opened his arms and gestured for me to stand to my feet.

I felt a bit awkward hugging him after only knowing him for a little while. Nonetheless, I stood and hugged him, wanting him to sit down with me and have a conversation.

The hug was warm and comforting. I felt secure, he was the perfect amount of soft and squishy with muscle. I wouldn't mind hugging him more often. His smell was intoxicating, it lured me in, making me want more.

We eventually let go and both assumed the sitting position in the chairs across from each other. His warm and happy smile didn't fade once, "So Azlyn, tell me about yourself."

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it once I realized he knew my name, "How did you-"

"Glenda told me. Don't worry I'm not some stalker-creep." He chuckled softly and the smile returned.

"Oh okay, what do you want to know?" I laughed.

"Everything."

"Great job narrowing the subject down." I laughed then paused to think about the interesting parts of my life. "I like the color purple, I'm an only child, I'm 17 years old, and I play the trumpet."

"How long have you been playing the trumpet?" He actually looked curious about my life, which came as a shock to me.

"Since I started 6th grade, so about..." I paused once more to do the mental math, "Seven years."

"That's a long time." He laughed, his eyes squinting and his white teeth on display.

"I guess." I shrugged, not thinking it was that big of a deal. "Tell me about yourself."

"My favorite color is probably red or blue, I have a sister named Mali, I'm 18 years old, and I play the electric bass and guitar." He went silent for a second as if to make sure he covered everything, then he nodded his head as if to say he finished.

"How old is your sister?" I normally never care about meeting new people, but Calum can be an exception to that.

"She is 23 years old."

"Is it fun to have a older sister?" I've always wanted to have a sibling, but sadly my mother had a miscarriage two years after having me. She didn't want to go through anymore pain so she had a Tubal Ligation. It pained me because once my mother leaves this world I will have no other family to keep me going.

A sad smile place my lips as Calum went on and on about the things him and Mali had done in the past. It was nice to see someone so happy about their past. Calum was so optimistic about his future with his friends. He mentioned him being in a band and his three friends that made up the members.

I slipped in a few questions just to keep him talking about his happy life. It made me forget about my depressing sob-story that I call my own.