"Do you always have everything in control?? Well you are lucky!" - Charity Peris.
It was getting late and I almost fell off my couch. Damn I'd slept off with my shoes and the bag in my hand. I checked on my phone and it was 9pm. Shit! Who does that?! I wasn't that tired as far as I can remember. I rubbed my eyes and removed my shoes and was left with my socks.
I lifted the shopping bag and placed on my small counter. I pulled out the food and removed the foil that was covering it. I fetched some juice and started off with my delicious meal from an anonymous person. I placed the shopping bag among the other many of them in a drawer I'd secured just for that. A paper flew from it as I was carrying it carelessly. I picked it and unfolded it not able to guess what could be on it. I smiled when I saw the emoji first:
😁😊+254 728750818 - G!👀
Huh! So it was all Gillard's meal. This guy must be full of surprises. I found myself smiling so broadly still staring at the scribbled paper. Did he really leave back his number? Hhhh... I quickly went for my phone and saved the number ' saviour'. I stared at the name for three minutes and I noticed it sounds like a Jesus name...I quickly deleted it and saved ' Guardian angel 😍.' that sounds cool aight?. I mean he knows my interests without me saying them to you. But.....no...I deleted the name again... I was now blank with names and still I never wanted to save him just as Gillard...I mean at some point he's just more than that...infact calling or saving him Gillard reminds me of how he told me about my poor eye brows...and now I believe he's someone more than that...so...Gillard X. I decided not to save the number with a name. So I just saved it that way as I still find a good name for this good guy.
I really wanted to text him and say thank you but actually that would somehow look desperate. For sure which girl in the world texts a nigga first? Okay maybe on your world but not mine.
I threw my phone besides me and kept on eating staring at the turned off TV. I wasn't looking at anything anyway...all I could think now was Gillard...I know he's also waiting for my text wherever he is. He deserves that actually. I know. But I can't so...can I just think about anything else for a while??!!
I picked my phone again and I hadn't exited Gillard's conversation page yet. I stared at the blank page imagining many love emojis and emotions filling it out within minutes. I smiled staring at the unknown number craving for atleast the three dots of him texting. But then I remembered I'm the one with his number not him. I groaned and threw the phone away again this time not thinking of taking it again.
As I was still thinking of the impossible, someone called. My heart stopped in a bit! I swear it did!! Well that sounds exaggerated but for real...damn!! Could it be Gillard.? I placed my food on my couch's armrest and closed my eyes. I tapped on the receive button and went silent. My voice was missing!! Shit is this really me.??!
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Документальная прозаAmanda joins campus at a small age and everything from when she leaves home,how she's getting admitted in school,how she gets to know people seems to change her. This book may have content familiar to real life but it's my own imagination and if any...