I guess that is the point where the complications began. At least, for me. It was the start of something complex.

It would be nice that after that little talk the night before, we suddenly and magically felt completely comfortable with each other to talk at school.

We didn't.

As a matter of fact, I found it harder to look at her. To say something. And I had only done some Shrek joke. If I had had a heart to heart talk of two hours, then the earth might as well swallow me at this rate.

I started getting nervous. Anxious. Not really at school. I had things to do, teachers to listen. Stuff to learn. Including Maths, which I found impossible. But at the same time, it's something so necessary in life that even at that age, I knew I had to deal with it somehow. No use in escaping.

So, the fact of not acknowledging her didn't really say anything to me at that moment. Besides, I was friends with Ryan and he still felt pretty sensitive in his special place so… yes, I didn't find it as a problem.

When I did find it as a problem, was when I got home. I was 12. Meaning, I have loads of time to play after I am done with my homework. Meaning, I gave a pretty exciting toy to someone and is it wrong to use it? To ask her, hey what's up let's do some war or something.

I couldn't. It's weird because when you are a kid making friends starts in usually a simple and stupid way. It's easy, that's the whole charm of it. And becoming friends with Ryan and Chesney had been easy. Ryan gave me some skittles one day at the corner shop and because I liked the blue ones and he liked the blue ones then awesome! We are friends. Chesney had a dog pee on his leg one day while he was looking at a videogame in a shop. He didn't see it coming at all. I was watching while walking and that made my day. I laughed for five minutes non-stop. Seriously. Far from getting humiliated, because Chesney is a pretty peculiar boy, he thought he totally wooed me or something. Like I made her laugh and once you make a girl laugh, you're so there. He had an older brother who said stupid things. He didn't win me over at all romantically, but we did become good friends. I always liked that he didn't mind laughing at anything, even at himself without a care.

But getting back on track. What I am trying to say is that Sian was a different matter. First, she was a girl. I wasn't used to being friends with girls. I did spend a lot of time with my sister, but I always considered her a different species. Not even human.

Second, I never saw her much like a kid. Yes, she was blonde and not a lot taller than me, and cute and basically looked like a young girl. But, she seemed older. She did appear drunk when I met her, which I consider a grown up activity. And she doesn't talk much, like she considers words before saying them. Who does that? I don't get it. So, I wasn't sure how to go with this.

Giving that walkie-talkie to Chesney would have been a lot less stressful.

I spent that afternoon doing what I always do. Watching some show with Rosie. Which only she gets.

That night having dinner with my parents as well, like I always do.

And getting to sleep, like I always do.

Until 1.30 a.m. It was weird, but I woke up. Out of the blue. That never happened before. I immediately knew why though. I had been awoken at this time the night before and more importantly; I had been all day basically thinking about talking to Sian. When I don't do something, the balance breaks. Always happened that way. So, it was no surprise that my body knew I had to do this and decided to decide for me.

I fought it for a while, though. I mean, she could be asleep and here I come all intruding into that.

But I couldn't get back to sleep. I tried and tried, nothing happened. Damn inner checklist.

So, then I considered that after all I didn't really know her so even if she found it wrong that I woke her up and hated me for it. Better now than never.

"Sian. Sian, are you there? Over"

A minute passed and nothing. But I made peace with myself. So now, I could get back to sleep.

"Did you just say over?" – Nope, of course it couldn't have ended there.

"Yes, I did… We are using a walkie-talkie after all. Where's the fun otherwise?"

"I find the shape of this thing fun. And that we are in different houses and can talk."

"That's true."

"How are you? You looked constipated at school."

"Constipated?"

"Yes, like you had to go to the bathroom."

"Thanks, Sian."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's just, I don't know. A lot of concentration was going on in that face."

"Maths. I don't get it."

"It's all about logic."

"I don't have it then."

"We all have logic. Is a trait that doesn't skip people. It's just harder for some. Like everything."

"Sounds good. Gives me hope, I guess. Can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"…"

"Yes, you can."

"How come you didn't ask me why I am talking to you this late? Or don't even seem surprised."

"I am always up at this time, so you didn't wake me up. And so, you are not exactly bothering me. And you did give me this to talk, so it all sounds logical to me."

"Why are you always up?"

"I don't know. I have been for a long time."

"What do you do?"

"Sometimes I watch TV. There are Sailor Moon reruns until 4. Sometimes I read."

"I love Sailor Moon. Well, I loved it. I haven't seen it in a long time."

"They kick asses and fly. That never gets old."

"So, aren't you tired during the day? I can't imagine not sleeping at night."

"Not really. I'm used to it by now. And, you should get back to sleep. Good night, Sophie."

"Alright. Good night."

"Oh, and Sophie?"

"Yes?"

"Over."

"Over."