The cell phone buzzes in my pocket, astonishingly I take it out and look, it's Christian. I was about to slide my finger to open it when my phone turned black, my eyes wander around the room looking for my charger. When I found it I swiftly plugged it in, I ran downstairs thinking 'Man there should really be a phone upstairs.' I ran to the phone and called him taking panting breaths.

"Hello, I just called your phone what happened?" He said in an irritable voice, Christian is a very nice guy I've known him for many years, ever since we were in middle school really. He is respectful but he can flip out in a blink of an eye.

"Christian my phone died, I wasn't ignoring you believe me," I said sheepishly, I just hate when he gets anxious like this, but he knew sometimes how to handle it around me but he still does it.

"It's okay it's okay it happens." He said trying to calm me down as if I sounded like I was crying. He always tries reverse psychology, which never works.

"Okay, I'm calm at this moment. Umm, why did you call anyway?" I said.

"Oh, yeah I wanted to know if I could come over so we, sorry I mean If I could come over to study if it's okay?" He said kind of nervously.

"Yes, it's fine I'll see you soon okay." I said, wondering 'Why he couldn't just put that in a text?'

"Okay." He finished then hung up, he leaving me dumbfounded listening to the annoying sound, I hung up on my end and said to myself. 'Why didn't he say goodbye, he's acting a bit weird...'

'Damn I need to clean up....' I thought to myself. I go up to my room to get dressed into a regular tank top and jeans but then I looked at my bed. I finish fixing up my room then I got dressed and did my long black hair. Back down to the living room to fix the couch and organize the books, but then I heard a familiar sound, (GROWL) I look at my stomach. "Geez, I'm usually never hungry now, it'll have to wait," I said aloud fixing the carpet. I organized everything then looking around as I head to the kitchen my stomach growls again, I opened the fridge wondering what to make. "Omelets rice sounds good right now." I take out the eggs and put them on the counter, almost dropping them the doorbell charms throughout the house, I rush to the door and, of course, open it. I was opening the door to a lonely boy who looked up and smiles, 'He doesn't usually look like this what will cheer him up?'. I gave him a hug letting him in, we both look over to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" I said curiosity, holding my stomach.

"You know I'm always eating, what are you making?" He says with a smirk on his face, snickering at my stomach.

"Food, oh you can get ready in the room okay," I said then he nodded.

"Done finally? " I thought to myself perfect, I just need... I reach out for the towel to wipe my hands and brought with me, to my room. I open my door not trying to make noise because, in the crack of the door I saw him sleeping, he must have dozed off waiting for me, I put it down on the desk. I was walking over to the door as I heard ruffle the covers, I look over to him as he rubs his eyes as a child just woke up from a nap.

"It's okay..." Christian said as if he were fully alert of me putting down the plate.

Christian looks up at me from my bed. His big russet eyes gawking straight at me, I froze not knowing what to say next. He got out of bed and grasped my hand and said.

"I..."