the way i feel for you

It was the usual Tuesday night - I'd lay in my room with piles of homework laid out in front of me, in hope of completing (only, they never are). When I heard a loud slam at the door, which indicated my mum went to picked my sister from tuition, I'd snuck in the living room to use the Internet.

After a few minutes, the front door opened. Mum and Clair were home. Having heard the door open, I'd crept back to my room - tip- toeing as silently as possible, and closed the door behind me. I checked my phone, only to find a few missed calls. But, I'd only bothered to call one back.

He hit the cancel button.

But he called back as soon as he did, without any explanation.

"Hey" I said.

"Hey Kristen" he replied.

"Sorry about not answering your calls, I was in the living room, checking my Facebook and such".

"I called about two times actually" Laughing a short yet low laugh "but it's okay".

"So, what you doing there?" I asked, seeming a little curious.

"Studying".

"Studying? Aren't I disturbing you then?" I asked, curious for his answer.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I was a bit stressed so I called you. Actually wanted to text you, but I decided to call you, for a change"

"Oh, I see. Okay then". I said, blushing - almost speechless.

We continued talking when suddenly, my phone died on me. Probably because I hadn't charged it last night. But, within a few minutes, I'd made a second attempt at calling him, in hope he would pick up, but he didn't.

Instead, he called me back, again. So, I explained.

We talked, shared, laugh - anything to keep the conversation flowing eventhough my siblings didn't grant me the privacy I wished I'd had, talking to him.

We said our goodbyes & goodnight's.

Unsatisfied, I texted him saying goodnight and not to be so stressed. He replied, and assured me so.

I went to bed with nothing but the sweetest dreams (chessy, i know). That's just it, though chessy or not, he makes the butterflies in my stomach do summersaults.

... and hopefully, he'd call again soon.