Bade on the Phone – A Blushing Confession
Beck had been in Canada for a week now and he hadn't spoken to his girlfriend for over a day (God knows he begged his dad to stay home, but he'd missed his last Christmas to stay with Jade), so he hoped calling Jade before bed wouldn't be classified as "corny" and cost him a crude remark. Luckily, she was missing him just as much as he was she, so his gesture was reciprocated quite well:
"Hey, babe. I miss you." He was lying crookedly on his bed, facing the ceiling, wearing medium wash jeans and a flannel shit.
"I miss you, too," she admitted. She was sitting on her black office chair in black sweats, a black spaghetti strap shirt, and a messy fishtail. She'd just finished typing an English essay (What type of teacher gives an essay over winter break? The douche type, that's the one) and she turned her chair so that she was facing her window. It was open, so there was a cool breeze entering between her deep purple curtains from the starless sky.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Tolerable. Tori was sick, so I got to spend some time with Cat and Rob. It was all right."
It really had been. Their endless prattling kept her mind off Beck, for the most part.
"That's good. My day was pretty miserable," he said. He wasn't normally the type to throw out a negative statement like that, but he didn't really feel like making his day sound way better than it actually was.
"Oh yeah, why?" she asked. It still surprised her that she genuinely cared when he said things like that; She'd dismiss just about anyone else with something along the lines of "Yeah, well, life's tough."
"Well, my cousins had to go back to work, so I sat around. Just.. thinking."
"What about?" she asked, already with a wishful answer in mind.
"Oh, you know.. Some stuff, certain people," he smiled.
"Hmm, like whom, if I may ask?" By now, she was straight up grinning to herself and twisting her chair around.
"You might know her," he teased. "She's this breathtakingly beautiful girl. Ridiculously smart, astoundingly talented, relentlessly rebellious, incredibly funny."
"Wow, so why does she know you?" If he was gonna beat around the bush, she at least had to put up a bit of a fight.
"Ouch, that stung," he lied.
"No, but seriously, how long did it take for you to think those adverbs out?" she retorted.
"A while," he answered truthfully.
"I figured. I'll let it slide if you tell me more about her."
"Well, what do you wanna know?"
"What does she look like?" she asked. It was a pretty shitty thing to do, ask someone to describe you in his or her eyes. She knew it, but hell, she missed him and his "corny" (yes, she did love it) bull.
"She has dyed black hair with ever-changing colorful streaks. It's long and always smells sweet. Like something you want to sniff and caress at the same time. Her skin is flawless. It's pale and pearlescent, but when she blushes, which is becoming less and less rare, she gets a peachy glow. It's cool when mine is sweaty and it's warm when mine is clammy. Her eyes are the perfect mix of blue and green. They're neither baby shower blue nor sour apple green. They got lost somewhere in between. When she's angry, they're pointed daggers. When she's happy, they're twinkly sapphires."
"Hmm." She didn't intend to make a sound, but between her smiling so widely and blushing so strongly and her eyes glossing over as much as they did, the sound came out.
"What?" he asked shakily.
"Nothing. Just.. nothing."
"Come on, tell me. Am I not doing you justice?" he asked nervously, half-joking.
"No, you're right.. About the blushing. It's happening right now," she confessed.
He laughed, a little because he was relieved he was off the hook, a lot because she was so damn cute. "Sorry I'm not sorry."
"It's okay, I'm not complaining," she said. And yet again, her honesty shocked her.