🐞MTOABB🐞

I let it ring for a few more seconds as I watch it closely.

Father is in the next room opposite mother's. I don't know who they are trying to fool. We all know that they are waiting for everyone to fall asleep so they can return back to their youth years of sneaking into bedrooms. They are still legally married on paper, so no one could ever blame them if they decided to seek comfort in each other's arms. I know I wouldn't - I'm still that little girl who wants both her parents under the same roof, but only if they are happy.

I know better than to try and knock on Chloe's bed. She had sent a text an hour ago saying to not disturb her - that was code for 'Brody is in my room so don't dare interrupt'. I wasn't thinking of doing such a thing, she needed to smile after the week she's had. But I have had a weird week too, so why is there no boy in my room?

It stops ringing. A second after, a notification pops up on the phone. I grab the phone after hesitating for a mere second. What was holding me back? What is this that I am feeling? I couldn't seem to put a finger on it -- this emotion that seems so raw and passionate. It has no intention of leaving any time soon as it ignites into a burning spark in the pit of my stomach.

I had all of you once upon a time, and now all I can do is dream of being next to you _Zack

He was another one - the boy who had my heart for so long that I didn't believe it belonged to me until the day he broke it - it shattered so loud that my brain woke up from his casted spell.

In a year's time, I'll look back at it and laugh. But as for right now, I just want to crawl under my bed sheets and tell myself it's okay to be sad over a boy -- that type of emotion can never be cancelled, no matter the century.

It begins to ring again - and this time, I've got my legs crossed and staring at the constellation of stars as if it meant something to me. I look down at my phone in my hand, his name dancing on the lit screen.

Oh boy - time for midnight conversations and we all know how those turn out.

"Hi?" I ask.

"What are you doing?" He questions.

"Well first greet me back, it's only good manners."

I shiver. I reach for the handle and pull the window shut. I don't know who told me it was a good idea to have my window opened at night, and especially in a tank top. I'm definitely not Wendy and Peter Pan isn't coming to fly me to Neverland to meet the "boys". If I was Wendy, I would have had one of the boys as my suitor. Tinkerbell was too in love with Peter Pan anyways. She called dibs on him first. Don't you dare ask me why -- she was clearly there before Peter, but that's a rant for another day.

"Sorry. Hi, Rossita."

"That's more like it. And to answer your question -- I'm sitting on my bed."

"What are you wearing?" He slurred.

I should have taken note of this when he first spoke. He is drunk, isn't he?

"Gomes, are you drunk?" I ask.

"Maybe just a tiny-tiny bit." He chuckles. I hear a few shuffling and then silence. "So you going to tell me what you have on?"

"I have on a very long sweater and baggy sweatpants."

"That's my girl." I hear him say and I let out a hysterical laugh - hyenas would run away if they heard me.

"So... what's got you drunk today?" I ask.

"Nothing." I hear more shuffling on his end. "I wasn't intending on getting drunk."

"Okay then. I want us to go shopping tomorrow after school." I put a hand on my mouth to stop me from laughing.

"Shopping, seriously?" He whines, which has me bursting in laughter.

"Calm down, Prinse. I'm only teasing."

"Prinse? Why are you calling me that?"

"Because it's your name." I sink my feet into the sheets and pull it till my thighs.

"You don't say it often."

"Gomes sort of stuck the first time around." I shrug.

"Hmm." He hums affirmatively. "Have you ever had phone sex?"

"Gomes?" I gasp. I drop the phone next to me and cover my face in my duvet. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Just out of curiosity." He lightly chuckles.

"Oh. So have you?"

"Once."

"And how was that?" I question.

"Awkward - never doing that again." He laughs.

I adjust my position on the bed as I lie down. "May I ask you a question?"

"Go for it," he says.

"How are you and your sister able to live in that big house all by yourselves?"

He stays quiet for a few long seconds. "My parents had bought it and left it in our names."

"So how come you two live there all alone?"

"Once my parents left - I sort of needed to get away from everyone and start new."

"Where did your parents go?"

"I'm not sure. All I know is that they are dead."

"Gomes. I am so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, you didn't kill them."

"Umm...that's what they say in movies."

"I figured that much. It's okay, Rossita. With time it gets better," I hear him say and I have the urge to climb out of the window and run to his house and give him the biggest hug I can master.

"May I ask you another question?" I ask.

"You're full of questions today, aren't you?"

"Will you answer if I ask?" I bite my pinky nail in a nervous frenzy.

"Depends on the question." I hear more shuffling on his end - this time for more than a mere second.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.

"Is that the question you wanted to ask me?"

"No, but I still want an answer."

"I'm undressing," he says amusingly.

"Gomes!" I whisper yell. "I didn't agree to phone sex, and did you not say that you wouldn't do that again." I can feel my neck and ears getting hot as a smear of red spread across my cheeks.

I hear him leave a hearty laugh then I hear a creak as he falls onto his bed.

"Oh, Rossita. You are an amusing kind."

"Not the kind you've meant before right?"

"I've never met a girl like you." He yawns.

"I really do like you,"I whisper.

"And I you."

"So..." I trail.

"So?" He whispers, his voice more hoarse.

"About your little girl..."

The line goes silent and then I hear a distinct light snore.

"Goodnight, Gomes," I whisper.