I was sat cross legged on my bed, phone in hand trying to find the perfect words to use in a text to Alex. I had a feeling that 'WHAT THE HELL! WHY ARE YOU MOVING AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU...TURD' wouldn't do it somehow. Ok, maybe I shouldn't go straight in there with the accusations. I should lull him into a false sense of security, then, when he thinks he's safe, BAM. That's when I hit him with the questions. I sighed rolling over to face Brendon.
'Brendon. Say you were special, and there was this fish that was special too. And say this fish was moving to a bigger tank, and you wanted to text him to- oh god this is useless.' I moaned. Is this what it had come to? Asking my fish for advice? Ok, I could do this. I took a deep breath and began tapping away at the keypad. Just a simple text to start with, just checking if it was his number. Trust Amber to supply me with some complete randomers number. I pressed send, and waited with baited breath for a reply. Not a minute later my phone was buzzing away. I impatiently clicked for the message to open, which it finally did after around a century. God, I hate my phone, my parents think I don't know that it is actually a brick masquerading as a phone. I know.
His text confirmed it was his number, so I decided to go straight on in there with my questions. I tried to phrase them in the least aggressive way I could, but it's just hard to make 'since when are you moving house? Why didn't you tell me? Where are you moving to? Tell me!' sound kind.
Suddenly, rock music was blaring out of my phone. Darn, I'd meant to change my ring tone. I checked the I.D.: Alex. I didn't really want to answer. I was scared I'd sound overly aggressive, or I'd loose my nerve and go all shy. Why am I such a baby? Why, God, why?
'Hillo,' I stammered. Crap. Somehow I'd combined the words 'Hi' and 'Hello' and made up a completely ridiculous new word. Maybe he wouldn't notice. Fat chance, he was going to think I was such a freak. Ahh well. If I spent all my time worrying about how many people thought I was a freak...
'Um, hillo?' He asked, sounding amused.
'Uh, yeah, it's a new word. Amber made it...anyway, I heard you're moving.' I mumbled. Way to make myself seem like one of the normal folk.
'Oh, yeah.' He replied, seemingly distracted. Or maybe that's what he wanted me to think to disguise the fact that he wasn't elaborating! Ok, that sounded stupid even to me.
'So...are you? Were you going to tell me?' I probed; abandoning all attempts at sugar-coating my anger.
'Holly-' He cut off, sounding like he was choking or something. I guess I shouldn't have worried about my own phone manners.
'Yeah...' I trailed off. Well this was strange. What, did he think if he pretended to choke he could get out of my questions? Well that was just stupid. I was starting to get the strong impression that Alex was on some kind of drugs. Mainly because Amber kept telling me she thought he was a druggy, but still.
'Uh, no I'm not moving. Not MOVING, moving, anyway.' He replied, sounding normal again.
'I...didn't realise there was more than one way you could move house,' My voice was pure sarcasm.
'I'm not going permanently. Just, it's stress, and I don't like being around so many new people.' He snapped. Oh, no he did not. He was snapping at me. How rude. Big old snapper. I mentally shook myself, returning to the present, and away from what was sure to be a long chain of anger fuelled thoughts directed towards Alex....Alex the snapper. Stop it.
'Fine,' I muttered, sounding horrifically whiney. I was ready for hanging up, figuring this conversation was one that would need to end in a dramatic hang-up, which would leave one person angry that they'd been hung up on, and the other delighted that they'd managed to hang up first. Apparently it wasn't.
