The next morning when Michael Adams opened up his eyes, all he could feel was pain. Pain, everywhere. At first he chose not to wake up, but he could not go back to sleep either. The warm and somewhat blazing morning sunshine had lit up the room so bright that it was almost impossible for him to keep his eyes closed.

He remembered everything about yesterday, and the sadness numbed his heart too.

As he reached for his iPhone to check the time, his hands shook badly and refused to move even an inch. He unlocked the phone pattern somehow. But instead his eyes fell on the multiple unread messages. Who even cared to text him? And more than once?

But he knew the answer very well. It was the high spirited girl, Brittney, of course.

Good Morning!
How are you feeling?

Morning sleepyhead.. Wake up!!

Does you phone not even make that
weird zoop zoop sound when
these messages arrive?

How come
you're sleeping at 11?!

Adams you better not scare
the shit out of me..

I'd call 911 if you don't respond!
I'd ask them to trace you number
and whatever..

It's. Fucking. 11:35!!!
Shit Adams!

The last one was 2 minutes ago. It was somewhat hard for him to type, so instead he called her, put the phone on speaker, and rested the set on his chest.

"Hello?" Her voice quivered over the phone.

"Hey, Brittney. I'm fine, you know."

"Oh my God, Adams. You have no idea how scared I was!" She almost screamed.

Her voice sounded relieved though. Maybe she had feared that somebody else would pick up his phone and give her some bad news.

"Brittney I...was just sleeping." He said. "Okay?"

"Uh..I'd chose to trust you. Not that I have other options."

"Why are you so scared?"

"How can I not be? How can I see you go?"

Why did she even care? Pity, of course. And that guilt of 'acting like an animal and do nothing but see you go!' He had heard these words earlier from someone else.

"I'm not going. Come on."

"Yea, keep saying that." She was being curt in her replies.

"I'm sorry." He paused. "For all this, Brittney. But trust me I just overslept. Actually I couldn't sleep all night yesterday, and I fell asleep at like 6 a.m. So, I just..."

"I was trying to brighten your mood, Adams. But you got that ruined."

"You are welcome to cheer me up now."

"Okay. But I can't think of anything right now."

"Brittney, I have a first name for God's sake!"

"What's wrong with this one?"

"No. You have to call me Michael. Last name sounds so formal, you know. I stopped talking to a guy for two days in kindergarten because he wouldn't stop calling me Adams."

She chuckled. "You can be a funny fellow sometimes! Why don't you try to be like this more?"

"Call me Michael then."

"Um..Look, Adams sounds so much -"

"Why do you have a problem calling me that?"

"No problem. Not at all, Michael." She said breathlessly and hung up the phone.

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Okay. This chapter lead nowhere. But I was pretty busy and all that. Maybe I'd save some spice for the next?

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