Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 125
“Um, you know what?
Sorry. I’ll just–um–
sorry for waking you
up,” I said. “I’ll just hang
up and let’s pretend this
never happened.”
“Nope,” he said, popping
the P, and I think I
might have heard the
unmistakable sound of
a door creaking open.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Really,” I insisted.
“Forget it. Go back to
sleep.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
I heard the sound of
jingling keys and the
sound of a door
shutting close.
“Because I’m already on
my way there.” My
heart jumped to my
throat. “See you in ten.”
—
“So,” he said, two
minutes after he pulled
out of our driveway.
“Now will you tell me
what’s wrong?”
“You didn’t have to
come,” I said, refusing
to look at him.
When I opened the door
earlier after he’d sent
me a text telling me he
had arrived, I almost
gawked at him. He
looked like he just rolled
out of bed, his hair
sticking up in all
directions. The moment
our eyes met, his face
broke into a wide grin
that nearly made me
faint on the spot.
“Are you kidding?” he
said. “Of course I had to
come.”
“Uh, no, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.” Even
without turning to face
him, I knew he was
smiling that smile of his.
“I knew you missed
me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like
hell I would. I literally
spend nearly every day
with you.”
“Exactly.”
I scoffed. “Maybe you’re
the one who missed me
after all.”
He was silent and I
tried to fight the urge
to look at him, “tried”
being the operative
word. I peeked at him
and he was smirking,
eyes focused on the
road.
“Well, it was pretty
boring,” he replied after
a while.
So he did miss me? The
thought sent weird
butterflies in my
stomach. They
fluttered like hell,
sending tingly
sensations all over me.
What the f--k was
wrong with me?
I couldn’t possibly like
him, right? I was clearly
overthinking this. If
another guy had told
me he misses me, I
would probably feel the
same way. It was how
any normal girl would
react when they were
told something like that.
“Where are we going
anyway?” I said, forcing
the f-----g butterflies
away to calm down.
“It’s a surprise.”
Here we go again. I
decided that arguing
with him wasn’t exactly
going to lead either of
us anywhere, so
whatever. It wasn’t like
I had another choice.
Also, I was pretty
intrigued about this
surprise of his.
“So,” he said after a
while, “why did you
call?”
I felt incredibly stupid
now for waking him up.
“It really wasn’t
anything important.” So
I had a dream, that
wasn’t even bad or
anything–big deal. Why
couldn’t I have just
slept it off like a normal
person? “You really
didn’t need to pick me
up.”
“Well, I was already
awake, so I might as
well,” he said without
missing a beat. “And I
guess this could be our
first date.”
“When Alyssa said first
date, I’m pretty sure
she meant something
cliche like a movie.”
