Keep Me Guessing
Texts & Bad People
After walking around the town, stopping in a shop here and there, I make my way back home. The sun is starting to disappear behind the horizon, and I haven't had much to eat throughout the day. On my walk home my phone beeps, signaling a new text message. With a sigh I pull my phone out, unlock it, and open the new message from Emily. Hey heard u moved y didnt u tell me? I pull my lip between my teeth, nibbling on them as I think how to respond to Emily. It isn't that I don't like Emily because I do, she acts like a better friend than Chelsea does, but Emily and I never really hung out. She was more Chelsea's friend than my own. We only ever spoke when Chelsea threw us together in one of her 'get together's. Of course we were both forced to go, but Chelsea would end up ditching us for her latest hook up. When that would happen, Emily and I would stick to one another, off in some quiet corner where we would talk. She's a real cool person.
I didn't think you'd care, honestly, I respond before locking my phone, putting it back in my pocket. Crossing my arms over my chest, I continue on my walk, noticing I'm only a few blocks from my apartment building. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I'm hungry, and my mind drifts off while I walk. I think of all the possibilities for dinner tonight, not paying much attention to anything else. I ignore the sound of my phone beeping in my pocket, and the strange looks from the people passing by, instead I just make my way into the proper building with thoughts of food swarming my mind.
On my way to my floor, I pull my phone out to check Emily's text only to find that Chelsea and an unknown number have sent me messages as well. First I open Emily's, That offends me of course I care! Y do u think I wouldnt?
We only ever talked when Chelsea ditched us at the same place, so I wasn't even sure we'd be considered friends...I send my reply with a sigh. I feel like I'm going to offend her more with that reply, but it's how I honestly feel. We would have talked more if she cared, right? I did try to get her to hang out with me a couple times, but there was always a reason we couldn't. She never tried, so she doesn't care to be my friend. Well, regardless, that's how I see it.
Next I open Chelsea's text, unable to read it before the elevator dings, signaling the arrival at my floor. Ignoring my phone, I make my way to my apartment. I lean against my door as I look down at Chelsea's text, Ur a bitch. I roll my eyes, deleting the message without replying. I should have known not to open it. Chelsea isn't the nicest as I have stated before.
Once I'm in my apartment with water boiling for noodles, I take a look at the text I had received from an unknown number. Hey what's up? How simple, yet I have no idea who the number belongs to.
Probably a wrong number, I conclude, pushing send on my own message of: Who is this? So clever, I know, I'm brilliant. I add the pasta to the boiling water, grabbing another pot to heat up the jarred sauce before opening up the newest message from Emily.
I kinda always figured u didnt wanna talk to me, and the conversation went on with me not understanding one bit how she could feel that way. I was the one who always talked to her first, always tried to make sure she didn't feel left out and alone because of Chelsea. Maybe more people back home used me than I originally thought. I'll admit wholeheartedly that most always I am far too nice for my own well being.
Throughout the rest of the night I didn't receive another message from that unknown number only backing me more with thoughts of it being sent to the wrong person. Emily and I got everything squared away, and realized we were both being ignorant throughout the years. We could have been the best of friends, and we both are the reasons it didn't happen. I think it's safe to say I am very pleased she messaged me today.
-♥-♥-♥-
The next day, as I am leaving my apartment to run to the grocery store, I hear loud shouting coming from the apartment next to mine. I don't have time to walk away before the door opens, and I'm surprised to see Jessica standing there. A smile spreads across her lips as she spots me, her eyes lighting up happily. She trots over to me, tugging at my hand. A soft smile brought out just for her as she asks, “Will you sit with me?” Taking a seat across from the door she emerged from, she continues, “Daddy and Uncle Rian are yelling.”
“Of course I'll sit with you, silly girl,” I respond, taking a seat beside her. Grocery shopping can wait. It isn't like it's all that important anyway. Plus, I cannot see how this young girl alone in the hallway can be very safe.
Stretching my legs out straight across the hall in front of me, I lean against the wall, looking over at Jessica. “Did you have fun at the park yesterday?”
Her eyes light up as she exclaims, “Yes! Daddy helped me swing, and I went down the slide all myself!” My smile widens at her excitement. “Daddy said he'd take me today.” Her face falls into a sad expression before she turns her head downward, her fingers playing with the bow of her floral dress. “Mostly not today.” Her voice comes out so soft, so sad, I barely hear her words before they're floating out to space. It makes me want to wrap my arms around her, pull her close, and hug her forever. She is, seriously, the cutest kid, ever!
Purposely bumping my shoulder against her's gently, I say, “I'd take you, but,” I lean down close, whispering, “I don't think your daddy likes me.” I scrunch my face up while I speak causing Jessica to giggle, and I to grin at my accomplishment. She makes a face at me, shaking her head with another giggle.
“No! He doesn't know you.” I poke her side causing her to squirm. Of course, I then proceed to tickle her resulting in Jessica wiggling around, trying to get away from my fingers as loud giggles fall from her lips.
Poking her side one last time, “Neither do you, Missy. That's why you should go back home.” Her confused look has me continuing to speak, not entirely sure she even understands me. “Sometimes bad people talk to pretty girls, like you,” I add on the last bit with a poke to her nose. She smiles, and I smile back. “We don't want that, and I'm sure Daddy won't be happy you're out here with a stranger. I could be one of those bad people, sweetie.”
She shakes her head at me, telling me I'm not a bad person. When I ask her how she knows, she responds, “I just do,” before hugging me quickly, and skipping her way through, what I assume to be, her father's apartment door.
I didn't think you'd care, honestly, I respond before locking my phone, putting it back in my pocket. Crossing my arms over my chest, I continue on my walk, noticing I'm only a few blocks from my apartment building. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I'm hungry, and my mind drifts off while I walk. I think of all the possibilities for dinner tonight, not paying much attention to anything else. I ignore the sound of my phone beeping in my pocket, and the strange looks from the people passing by, instead I just make my way into the proper building with thoughts of food swarming my mind.
On my way to my floor, I pull my phone out to check Emily's text only to find that Chelsea and an unknown number have sent me messages as well. First I open Emily's, That offends me of course I care! Y do u think I wouldnt?
We only ever talked when Chelsea ditched us at the same place, so I wasn't even sure we'd be considered friends...I send my reply with a sigh. I feel like I'm going to offend her more with that reply, but it's how I honestly feel. We would have talked more if she cared, right? I did try to get her to hang out with me a couple times, but there was always a reason we couldn't. She never tried, so she doesn't care to be my friend. Well, regardless, that's how I see it.
Next I open Chelsea's text, unable to read it before the elevator dings, signaling the arrival at my floor. Ignoring my phone, I make my way to my apartment. I lean against my door as I look down at Chelsea's text, Ur a bitch. I roll my eyes, deleting the message without replying. I should have known not to open it. Chelsea isn't the nicest as I have stated before.
Once I'm in my apartment with water boiling for noodles, I take a look at the text I had received from an unknown number. Hey what's up? How simple, yet I have no idea who the number belongs to.
Probably a wrong number, I conclude, pushing send on my own message of: Who is this? So clever, I know, I'm brilliant. I add the pasta to the boiling water, grabbing another pot to heat up the jarred sauce before opening up the newest message from Emily.
I kinda always figured u didnt wanna talk to me, and the conversation went on with me not understanding one bit how she could feel that way. I was the one who always talked to her first, always tried to make sure she didn't feel left out and alone because of Chelsea. Maybe more people back home used me than I originally thought. I'll admit wholeheartedly that most always I am far too nice for my own well being.
Throughout the rest of the night I didn't receive another message from that unknown number only backing me more with thoughts of it being sent to the wrong person. Emily and I got everything squared away, and realized we were both being ignorant throughout the years. We could have been the best of friends, and we both are the reasons it didn't happen. I think it's safe to say I am very pleased she messaged me today.
-♥-♥-♥-
The next day, as I am leaving my apartment to run to the grocery store, I hear loud shouting coming from the apartment next to mine. I don't have time to walk away before the door opens, and I'm surprised to see Jessica standing there. A smile spreads across her lips as she spots me, her eyes lighting up happily. She trots over to me, tugging at my hand. A soft smile brought out just for her as she asks, “Will you sit with me?” Taking a seat across from the door she emerged from, she continues, “Daddy and Uncle Rian are yelling.”
“Of course I'll sit with you, silly girl,” I respond, taking a seat beside her. Grocery shopping can wait. It isn't like it's all that important anyway. Plus, I cannot see how this young girl alone in the hallway can be very safe.
Stretching my legs out straight across the hall in front of me, I lean against the wall, looking over at Jessica. “Did you have fun at the park yesterday?”
Her eyes light up as she exclaims, “Yes! Daddy helped me swing, and I went down the slide all myself!” My smile widens at her excitement. “Daddy said he'd take me today.” Her face falls into a sad expression before she turns her head downward, her fingers playing with the bow of her floral dress. “Mostly not today.” Her voice comes out so soft, so sad, I barely hear her words before they're floating out to space. It makes me want to wrap my arms around her, pull her close, and hug her forever. She is, seriously, the cutest kid, ever!
Purposely bumping my shoulder against her's gently, I say, “I'd take you, but,” I lean down close, whispering, “I don't think your daddy likes me.” I scrunch my face up while I speak causing Jessica to giggle, and I to grin at my accomplishment. She makes a face at me, shaking her head with another giggle.
“No! He doesn't know you.” I poke her side causing her to squirm. Of course, I then proceed to tickle her resulting in Jessica wiggling around, trying to get away from my fingers as loud giggles fall from her lips.
Poking her side one last time, “Neither do you, Missy. That's why you should go back home.” Her confused look has me continuing to speak, not entirely sure she even understands me. “Sometimes bad people talk to pretty girls, like you,” I add on the last bit with a poke to her nose. She smiles, and I smile back. “We don't want that, and I'm sure Daddy won't be happy you're out here with a stranger. I could be one of those bad people, sweetie.”
She shakes her head at me, telling me I'm not a bad person. When I ask her how she knows, she responds, “I just do,” before hugging me quickly, and skipping her way through, what I assume to be, her father's apartment door.
10/15/13