Here's My Number

12

On the street heading to your house, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you pull it out, it's Autumn calling. "I should take this," you say. Jimin nods in understanding. You answer the phone. 

"Hey bitch," Autumn greets. "Where are you man I'm bored."

"With Jimin," you reply, hoping that it's obvious you don't want her with you. Autumn chuckles evilly. "Oh I see, girl. Well bring him to your house because when I say I'm bored, I mean I'm really bored so I don't care if you get quality alone time with your boyfriend. Get your ass over here."

"He's not my-"

"For now he isn't," Autumn says. "But if we're all hanging out together, no Gavin around to ruin the fun, we're gonna make him like you." You can almost hear the gears shifting in her mind. You pray Jimin can't hear a thing she's saying. There's some guy mowing his lawn not too far away so the sound might cover up Autumn's words.

"Okay fine. We were going there anyway."

"Yay I love okay see you later bye."

Autumn hangs up the phone before you can change your mind. "Autumn's joining in," you sigh. "She leaves no room for negotiation." Jimin giggles. Oh god he's so cute. You smile and lead him back to your house where Autumn sits on the front porch, waiting.

"Girl you walk too slow. Hurry up and unlock the door," she says. "Pfft, not with that attitude I won't," you huff. "Patience, or I will never unlock the door."

Autumn pouts. "Please, I'm cold," she whines. You laugh and toss her the key from your pocket. She catches it and hurries to the front door excitedly.

Soon the three of you are inside the warm house where the heat is on and there are blankets everywhere. Your older sister and mom are wimps to the cold so they need blankets wherever they go because your a whole friggin snowman who hates when the heater is on.

Autumn goes straight for the kitchen and opens the fridge. Jimin looks around curiously and his eyes land on the walls, which, to your embarrassment, are covered with pictures of you and your family from when you were little.

All pictures with your dad in them are not present, however. Jimin notices this. "What happened to your dad?" He asks. You look down. "My parents got a divorce," you say shortly. Jimin nods. "Sorry."

The reason for your parents' divorce was pretty damn good too. You weren't affected- severely- but it made you pretty timid around other people because of what happened. You shake your head to clear the thoughts out of your mind. "Let's go make sure Autumn doesn't break something."

Jimin follows you to the kitchen. You set your sketchbook on the table and leave it hesitantly. You eye Jimin with suspicion. He puts his hands up. "I won't look, I promise," he says. You nod, satisfied.

Autumn appears with a can of whipped cream and sprays some into her mouth. "I claim this," she declares. You roll your eyes at her and walk past her into the kitchen. "Okay fine," you say. "But you have to help make lunch."

Turns out Jimin knows how to cook. You just stuck with making ramen for all three of you but he found some ingredients in the fridge and ended up making some common Korean dish. It tasted really good. Spicy, but good.

Autumn was very talkative the whole time. She ended up spending the rest of the day with you until finally, it was time for her to go home. The sun was setting and the night sky hung high over the world. You're now at another park near where you and Jimin live but it's drowned in darkness since the lights aren't working.

It's just you and Jimin again. "She's finally gone," you mutter. "Believe me, I love her, but sometimes her presence is overbearing. "Especially when I have a headache."