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Cece's POV

"She won't ever get enough, once sh-" "Hello?"

"Whatsup, Cece?" It was the guy on the phone from yesterday.

"Why do you keep calling me everyday?", I asked.

"Are you having a good morning?", he laughed, completely ignoring my question.

I asked annoyed, "Don't you have any other friends?"

He laughed again, "It is a nice morning though, the weather's nice, Cece!"

"Stop calling me by my name, I don't know you at all!", I nearly shouted into the phone.

He whined, "What's wrong? We're friends, aren't we?"

I sighed. "Then tell me who you are. And how you know me."

He hesitated as if pondering about if he should tell me who he is or not.

"Fine...", I heard him sigh, "I'm..."

I listened intently into the phone waiting for him to continue.

When he didn't continue after a few seconds, I asked, "Hello?"

I tried again, "Hellooo?" I looked at my phone and realized he had hung up on me.

I glared at my phone. I swear, when I find out who this is, I will slap the living daylight out of him.

My phone lit up again and vibrated as I was glaring at it, "1 New Text", it read.

When I opened the text, there was only one thing on it, ";)"

Winky face? What the hell's that supposed to mean?

I wonder if Mom would contemplate not putting me in jail if I strangled this person to death.

I don't even know why I'm getting so fired up about this mystery person on the phone.

Maybe it's just because I've had a rough week at my new school.

I began to feel bad because the guy on the phone had nothing to do with it, and I was taking out all my anger on him.

I called the person back, hoping they would pick up their phone.

Sure enough, the ringer stopped ringing, and after a quick pause, "Hey, Cece! Sup?"

I took a deep breath and began, "Sorry for not texting you back yesterday. And hanging up on you last night. And being rude to you."

"Oh, that's okay. Rough week at school?", he sympathetically asked.

"Tell me about it", I groaned into the phone. He chuckled.

"-Wait hold up, why am I even telling him personal stuff like this when I don't even know him?", I thought.

After a few moments, I gave in and asked, "Can I trust you?" He replied quickly, "Of course!"

"Then tell me... what kind of person are you?", I questioningly asked.

"Hmm...", he thought out loud, "Well I'm a very kind-hearted person. I even had the courtesy to wake up early to call you this morning!"

"Oh, shut up!", I joked. We both laughed loudly.

Throughout the entire Saturday, we got to know each other better. He asked me things like what flowers I liked, and which places I liked best.

As ridiculous as it sounded, I even brought my phone into the bathroom with me so we could talk while I was sitting in the bathtub while taking a bath.

We talked through the phone while I ate my meals, and while I watched TV.

I let him listen to songs I liked over the phone, and laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling while talking to him.

I had to admit, it was fun talking to him. I barely knew anything about him but he seemed like such a great person.

And turns out he wasn't lying, he is a kind-hearted person afterall.

When I told him about my two biggest weaknesses, which were my dyslexia and about my Dad leaving us, he was unbelievably thoughtful and said the most comforting things.

I even told him about my difficulties at school, with Gunther and a few of the other girls.

I yawned and crawled into my bed with my phone still glued to my ear.

"Hey...", I said softly, "Are you ever gonna tell me who you are?"

"Oh, I sense that someone's interested in me", he chuckled into the phone.

"That's definitely not it at all!", I giggled, "It's just unfair how you know so much about me when I don't even know your name."

"Well I don't think it's unfair at all", he disagreed.

I sighed and peered at the clock- 4:47 AM? I rubbed my eyes unsure if what I was seeing was correct.

"Hey it's getting late, you should go to bed!", he said as if just reading my mind.

"Y-yeah, you're right...", I yawned. The next morning I slept until 1 o' clock in the afternoon.

This person is seriously driving me out of whack! I checked my phone and sure enough, it read "2 Missed Calls".

I decided to call him back after making myself a late lunch. I passed Flynn's room on the way to the kitchen.

Oh shit! Flynn hasn't eaten anything either. "What a bad sister I am", I thought guiltily.

I decided to fry up some bacon for his sake as an apology for having him skip 2 meals of the day.

The smell of bacon soon filled the air, and Flynn came prancing into the room with a content smile on his face.

"Aww, sis. This is one of those times where I love you and wouldn't trade you for a dime!", he grinned.

"Yeah, yeah", I laughed as I loaded a huge plate of bacon for him.

He stared hungrily at it and began shoveling huge amounts into his mouth at a time.

"Whoa whoa whoa, I know my cooking is magnificent but don't forget to breathe!", I reminded him.

He laughed, and I was just about to dig into my portion when my phone rang loudly from my room.

I groaned, my mind debating on food or boy. My stomach growled loudly.

"Definitely food", I agreed with my stomach. I ignored my ringtone and quickly began shoveling like Flynn had done.

The ringtone ended, and then after a short pause, it started again.

Once again, I ignored it and concentrated on the greasy pieces of fried meat in front of me.

But then it went on, and on, and on, and on, and on... and on.

I sighed. I picked up my plate and then headed to my room with it.

I would have ignored my ringtone again, if it wasn't the 9th time in a row.

The phone was still vibrating and ringing on my bed when I got to my room.

When I finally picked up, he eagerly asked, "Hello?"

I had to admit, it was pretty funny. He was like a dog obediently wagging it's tail waiting in front of the door for it's master to come home.

I laughed, "Don't you ever sleep? Or eat? Or do anything else with your life?"

"Not when I have such a pretty girl to attend to over the phone", he chuckled.

I could feel my cheeks bloom red, but I kept quiet. What was I supposed to say?

I nervously laughed a little too loudly, and quickly changed the subject.

He asked me questions about myself once again, and we talked about our interests.

I kept having to repeat what I was saying though because my words were incoherent due to the mouth full of bacon.

We kept talking for what seemed like a few minutes, but when I looked at the clock I almost choked on my own saliva.

2:58? "Sorry but I really have to go now!", I practically yelled into the phone as I threw on a sweater.

"Why? What's wrong?", he asked as I pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

I put my phone on speaker as I quickly straightened my hair and put it into a high ponytail, then applied light makeup.

"Remember the jerk of a guy I told you about yesterday? He didn't want to work on the project for dance during class because there's a limited amount of space in the room, so I'm supposed to meet him at his house at 3 to begin working on it there!", I quickly replied.

"Oh...", was all he said. "Yeah, well I have to go now. I'll call you when I'm finished and tell you about it if you're interested!", I said as I headed out the door.

I hung up and grabbed my skateboard. Since my Mom was at work half the time, my skateboard and legs were my only form of transportation.

But due to the lack of time, I guess I have to whip out this old thing.

"Good thing I Google-Mapped his house ahead of time", I thought to myself as I quickly scanned over the printed piece of paper with instructions on it.

I arrived at his house 18 minutes late, and mentally punished myself for being tardy.

I sighed. Boy am I going to get the lecture of a lifetime...

I picked up my skateboard, took a deep breath, and finally rang the doorbell.

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