A few days went by and my fingers trembled each time I held my cell phone.
My parents knew about their fifteen-year-old daughter's obsessions going gay with each other. Although they found it a bit odd, they accepted it.
So, now, my sole focus was on my phone, waiting, waiting for it to buzz with an incoming text message. I fingered it as I lay down on my bed, surrounded by the Jonas Brothers posters that were practically my wallpaper. I shot up, sitting cross-legged, resting my chin in my hand. "Man, were they just saying that to be nice?" I wondered softly to myself. As if to answer my question, my phone vibrated in my other hand and I flipped it open, afraid that I'd opened it so hard and so fast it had broken off of its hinges.
hey collie. its joe.
I took a quick glance at the number and saved it to my contacts before replying. 'hey, joe. how's it going?' I sent the message. I guess he got tired of texting because my cell started ringing. "Hey, Joe." I didn't need to look at the caller ID; I knew it was him. "Hey, Collie! What's up?" he asked, and his voice sounded bright. "Nothing, but what's made you so happy?" I was genuinely confused. "Today is Nick's birthday!" His tone was happy and cheerful. I glanced at my calendar that hung over a poster of Kevin's face and saw that today was September 7th.
"Really?" I smiled. "Can I talk to him?" "Sure, he's right here." I could hear the phone move and Nick's voice replaced Joe's. "Hi, Collie." "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I shouted. I could hear Joe laughing in the background. "Th-thanks," he said shyly, although his tone was a bit sad. "What's wrong?" I asked, picking up on his sadness. "Well…" he said hesitantly, faltering. "I just miss my parents and Kevin and Frank…that's all." I sighed, remembering how Kevin, their parents, and Frankie had estranged themselves from the two boys. It said so in the news. "Well, that's too bad for them. If I was there, I'd give you a hug," I offered. "Thanks—oof!" I heard clothes rustling against clothes. "Don't worry, Collie, I gave him a hug for you," Joe called from a distance. I laughed. "Thanks."
"Aw, man." Joe had taken the phone and his voice suddenly dropped and octave and I could hear angry shouts and yells in the background. "Nick? Joe? What's going on?" I was concerned about them. Whatever was going on didn't sound too friendly. "It's the anti-s, as we call them," he explained quickly. "People who don't like us together—oh, shit, I need to go…we'll talk to you later, Collie. Bye." The phone clicked off as the shouts grew louder. I stared out the window of my California home, and a thought clicked together in my mind.
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Ha, this one was kinda bleh. I really don't know why I bother to post this. I really like it, though. Does it seem strange that Joe and Nick are so trusting? o.0 Meh.