The Heartbroken - S01 E129

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The Heartbroken - S01 E129

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 129

“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.”