Midnight Call
Releasing a loud groan of protest and annoyance, I tried to block out the constant ringing and ringing of my phone. I rolled around on my bed, getting tangled in the sheets. As my stupid phone kept on screaming, I put a pillow over my head and groaned even louder.
Who the hell would be calling me at this hour? It's past freaking midnight!
Finally getting up, I grabbed my phone that had somehow ended up on the floor and answered it without seeing who the caller was. I put it to my ear and seethed through my teeth, "Who the hell is it?"
"It's me…Xiaoyu…" I heard my girlfriend's voice on the other end.
Crap.
I immediately straightened up and felt really bad. I should've paid attention to who was calling instead of just picking it up and giving a rude greeting. I sighed and shook my head, answering, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu. I didn't know it was you."
"Oh…it's okay." She muttered, her voice sad.
Oh great. Now I just made her sad! What did I do to deserve this?
"I'll make it up to you." I promised.
"Kay…"
I sighed. "So, what's up? Need something or did you just call to say hi?"
"Happy birthday, Hwoarang."
I froze, confused for a moment. It's my birthday? I hadn't even realized it. Well, it was past midnight. Still, I didn't even know that today was my birthday. I usually don't celebrate it or anything. So, I never really kept it in mind. I felt touched that Xiaoyu actually remembered my birthday and called me at this time to tell me that…even though my sleep was ruined.
"You actually called to tell me that, huh?" I answered her, grinning. "Thanks, Xiaoyu."
"You're welcome!" She sounded giddy now.
That's good.
"Do I get a birthday kiss when I see you?" I questioned curiously, highly anticipating a positive response from her as the grin never left my face.
"Of course you do!" The girl replied immediately, jolly.
"Good." I said.
"Time to sing you a happy birthday song!" Xiaoyu squawked cheerfully.
Oh crap. I really did not want to hear a birthday song right now. I don't mean to sound harsh, but Xiaoyu is a terrible singer and always will be! Of course I never told her that. I always encouraged her singing and always told her that she was a great singer, which were all lies. I just did it to make her happy. Besides, if I told her the truth, she'd bawl like a baby and wouldn't talk to me for weeks.
"Alright…!" I yipped with false eagerness.
"Ready?" She asked.
"Mhm." I hummed.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Hwoarang! Happy birthday to you!" She sang horribly, her voice squeaky and scratchy.
I winced when it was over. "Hurray…" I said with fake enthusiasm.
I could hear her giggling now. "I'm glad you liked it, sweetie! I'm gonna sing you a different song now! Ready? Here it goes…!"
I didn't hang up on her and I just tolerated it. Why? Because, even though I was tired as hell and that her singing was bad and made you want to cover your ears…I still loved her. I'd never hang up on her.