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~Nathaniel's P.O.V.~

The moment I heard her voice, I was on cloud nine. Well, do you know that feeling when someone sounds differently on the phone and they sound so good that you melt right then and there? Well if you don't it's okay, but I am legitimately feeling that right now. It was against my nature to feel so, or to do so. That's because I've always been bold and confident with girls, always flirting harmlessly, and publicly.

 But with this young woman, there are no words to describe what happens to me. Here I am, walking on the terrace, talking to her secretly. Damn when did I become secretive?

'Obviously ever since you met her.'

No shit, Sherlock.

'But hey if you like her, tell mom, I'm sure she'll be thrilled.'

What an amazing idea! Why don't we start the wedding planning before she does so it saves her the work? 

My brain stays quiet after that. 

"Hello?" I heard her sweet voice again.

"Hey! It's me Nathaniel this side."

"Oh gosh! ....Uhm .... Hey! How are you? Everything good? You okay?" She spoke slowly sounding unsure and astonished. 

"Yeah everything is perfect, and I'm okay too. Why so many questions though?" 

"Oh haha well nothing....So you called for a specific reason or just... um you must have called for something... or ... just- " Aaliyah sounded way too nervous, I wonder why. Before she could say further, I cut her off wanting to know what was wrong.

"Hey hey hey stop rambling there girl, is everything okay?"

"Why yes of course!" Well this time she sounded more confident, perhaps it was nothing.

"Okay so, beach tomorrow?"

"Definitely!"

We started making plans for tomorrow, but the minute the beach was decided, plans were long forgotten and we started talking about ourselves. 

I loved listening to her voice, it was like melody to my ears.

'Oh young one, you're definitely in love.'

Haha brain, you sure can be funny. Well if I am, I do not want to fall hard. I'm afraid of getting hurt. With the other girls, it was nothing serious and I was always the one who broke up, not the other way round. Also, I easily lost the feelings for them because it just didn't feel right. 

Besides, I was the one who made the deal with her, and I can cancel it anytime if I think I'm losing what I feel for her. I have ample amount of time!

'Say that to yourself till you believe it boy.'

We talked for three hours straight, but it felt just like minutes, and I surely didn't want to hang up. If it wasn't for her falling asleep before we even ended the call, we probably wouldn't have done so.

Thinking about someone, and looking at the ceiling dreamingly as if it was the love of my life was not really me. I had never fallen for anyone that hard. I had two girlfriends with whom I was quite serious, yes, but now that I think of it, I don't think I ever actually loved them. Like I said, I lost feelings easily.

'So you're basically admitting you love her.'

I'm not.

'Like I always say, 'say it till you believe it'.'

~Narrator's P.O.V.~ 

 Now now, you must be wondering how Aaliyah picked up the phone. Let's take a look at their homes.

At the Scott's residence, 

"Oh god we forgot to take the Jones' phone numbers! How are we going to make plans now? How am I going to set Nathan and Aaliyah up? Oh dear lord! Help me!" Nathan's mother spoke dramatically, directing her questions to her husband who was seated comfortably on the couch going through emails on his laptop.

"Hey hey calm down there Lizzy, Nathan must have asked for Aaliyah's number. And besides I think I had taken Scar's number so chill out." Hugh tried to talk to his dearest wife, and calm her down, but he only worsened things.

"Hold on. Why, did you, take, Scarlett's number?" Lizbeth spoke up, with dramatic pauses from utter jealousy whilst putting emphasis on the lady's name.

"Well, she was sitting next to me and I think I took her number!" 

"Whatever, I'm finding it in Nathaniel's phone."

Nathaniel's mother, Elizabeth, walked over to the small wooden table where Nathan had carelessly left his phone, and looked for Aaliyah's or Scarlett's number. Meanwhile, Hugh found Scarlett's number on his device. 

"Honey, I found Scarlett's number, you can talk to her now!"

"Yeah."

She called up Scarlett and talked to her for quite some time but she was interrupted by a lot of squealing, which she thought was Aaliyah's from the other end.

"Hey Scar, just incase I cannot connect to you through your phone, could you give me Aaliyah's number or maybe Jason's number?"

"Why yes of course Lizzy! Here's Aaliyah's number, because honestly, I trust her more than the two annoying males in my family. 6*********0."

"Haha, honestly, so do I. Thank you! I'll catch up with you tomorrow then?"

"Sure! Bye Lizzy!"

"Bye Scar!"

As she was keeping the device back in place, she noticed that Nathan had saved the wrong number in Aaliyah's name.

"Dear god, this careless boy." Liz spoke looking up to the sky as if asking god to change her son by even just a little bit.

"Hey! I'm a man! A married one at that." Her husband, Hugh, replied.

"Why, why dearest god, why am I stuck with two stupid males?"

She changed the hotline number to Aaliyah's actual number, and voila! Nathan could now contact Aaliyah.

~Aaliyah's P.O.V.~

'Just call up, and apologize girl. You have his number, you have a phone, he has a phone, connectivity out here is great, just call him up!'

Oh you shut up Ms.I-am-too-smart. 

It's been almost half an hour since I have been pacing around the bed thinking of what I should do.

'Why hasn't he called up yet?'

Maybe because he doesn't have my number? Well since I have his number, shouldn't I call him up?

'Wasn't that what I just said?'

Shut up.

As I was mentally debating with myself and my two other smart and dumb personalities, my phone started ringing. It was an unknown number, and I quickly picked it up from the hotel bed because the ringtone was really annoying. 

Pro tip : Your alarm and ringtone must always be annoying tunes just so that you can stop/ pick them faster.

'Could it be him?'

You really are dumb. He doesn't have my number, remember?

'Oh yeah'

"Hello?"

All I could hear from the other end was heavy breathing, and some light winds. Looks like this person was outside. Was he some stalker? If he doesn't reply in the next hello, then he's definitely a stalker.

"Hello?" I tried for the second time.

"Hey, it's me Nathaniel this side."

'Oh my gosh oh my gosh it's him. Don't panic. Don't panic.' Dumb Aaliyah was here trying to calm down herself, and I was racking my brain trying to build up a good enough situation that could have led him to get my real number. 

'Apologize, girl.'

Aaand who are you?

"Oh gosh! ....Uhm .... Hey! How are you? Everything good? You okay?" My voice sounded more unsure and astonished than I actually was.

"Yeah everything is perfect, and I'm okay too. Why so many questions though?"  He sounded perfectly calm, like as if nothing happened.

'Well, he clearly doesn't know what happened right?'

I hope so.

"Oh haha well nothing....So you called for a specific reason or just... um you must have called for something... or ... just- " Oh hell naw, I started word vomiting again thanks to nervousness.

"Hey hey hey stop rambling there girl, is everything okay?" He tried to stop me from rambling but only four people out here know how edgy and scared I was becoming by the moment.

'Who four girl?'

You, dumby, me, and the god up above.

'Right. Wait, you're nervous?'

I have a strong feeling that dumb Aaliyah is slowly becoming smarter, and smart Aaliyah is not only becoming dumb, but also wicked.

"Why yes of course!" I replied, with much confidence.

"Okay so, beach tomorrow?" Beach! Beach! Yes definitely!

"Definitely!" 

Our conversation was pretty dry, and my replies were all cut-short and plain thanks to the two other personalities of mine. I wonder why he hasn't cut the phone call considering I'm too boring and he's just too enthusiastic for his own good!

For a minute, for just a minute, I want to hate him. I want to hate the way he's so bubbly and how he can keep any damn person interested in him and his talks. I want to hate the way he is so passionate about his hobbies, the way he talks, and everything that he just does so flawlessly.

And then there's me. The apathetic person who cannot even keep a baby interested by making silly faces. It's not that I cannot make silly faces, its just that they're scarier and the baby would probably just start crying. 

I want to hate the way he is talking about his favorite singer right now because I used to be a die-hard fan too. Why am I still not the same?

I ask myself that question many-a-times, and I never get a satisfactory reply. Maybe I made myself that way, exaggerated my problems, and put myself into depression or maybe I just have become this new person because I am easily influenced by people.

Not everyone's perfect, that's true. Everyone has their own flaws. I had flaws too, I still have them, just more in number. Why? I instilled them in myself. That's how I like to think. I do have the option of blaming him for it, or I can even blame my friend circle, and I'd totally love to blame the teacher who saw everything,  but said nothing. But, I think I should just blame myself.

Why did I get myself influenced? Why did I have to run behind the person who just wanted to destroy me later? Why did I have to make such pseudo-friends? Or if they were even my friends, why did I have to listen to them? Why did I just not listen to my parents who have always been by my side? WHY?

I have no answers to these questions, but I do know one thing.

Time heals everything.

It's time for me to forget the past, the horrid past, the one that changed me for the worst. It's high time I focus on the present. It's time to achieve my dreams, and it is certainly not the time to fuss and cry over the past. I'm done with it. I'm done with the way people treat me. Like I'm nothing, like I'm below them, because I am not.

"Do you know that the numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial? No? Well I guess that's why I just told you." He spoke and laughed at his own joke.

"Hey, you listening?"

"Oh yes of course I am, I love the way you talk, it reminds me of someone I knew."

"So I remind you of your long lost best friend? Don't mind, but if I am like your old best friend, how about I become your new best friend! Wouldn't that be amazing? Maybe you'd learn to crack some jokes."

Little does he know, he reminds me of the old me.

"Hey! I do crack good jokes!" My mood went from self-induced-depression mode to happy in a minute.

"No offence, but your jokes suck, pretty girl."

"Alright. Let me try. Why can't a bike stand up on it's own?" I asked him, hoping I'd be able to crack him up the way I used to crack up people before.

"I don't know, let's ask the bike maybe?"

"Because it's two tired." 

For a second he didn't say a word, and I couldn't even hear him breathing and I went into let's-be-in-misery-mode again at my failed attempt.

The moment I went into that mode, he started laughing like there's no tomorrow.

"Girl, you- " laughter "-you are- " more laughter "- you are seriously lame but- " short laughter "-but you just made me hysterical with this silly joke."

I suddenly felt very happy. Maybe it was because his laugh was really a pleasant sound or it felt amazing to be able to make someone laugh again.

It's probably the latter.

'He just made you feel like your old self. Isn't that great?'

Yeah, it feels nice.

'See? You like him! Just tell him already!'

Oh dear lord, how is him making me feel like my old self and me feeling nice interrelated in any way? Are you sleepy or drunk?

'Sometimes I think you're the dumber one out of us.'

Well then you think wrong. I think it's not just you who is sleepy at the moment.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked in a worry laced tone, and it sent a shiver down my spine because of the way he spoke it.

"Yeah sure."

I was slowly falling asleep, mostly because it was 1 a.m. and I was tired after our long day.

"Do you own a blue bikini?" What? What does blue bikini have to do with anything? Oh maybe I should wear it and sleep.

'We're going to the beach tomorrow, stupid.'

Oh.

"Yes I do. Why you ask?"

"Wear it tomorrow." He spoke in a very authoritative tone which he didn't use even once during our almost three hour conversation.

These were his words right before he ended the call. 

A part of my mind told me to wear the blue bikini, and the other just wanted to see what happens if I don't.

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