ᴏᴀᴋʟᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪʟʟᴏ was discovered at fourteen years old, being praised as a musical prodigy by the media ever since. His fame had only increased until now. At nineteen old, he's the most remarkable musician of his age, and he's only getting started. At...
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ɴᴏʟᴀɴ ᴍᴜʟʟᴇɴ
I didn't message him because at first, I thought it would be too soon. But then, I just couldn't figure out what to say. I had typed countless of messages which I'd ended up deleting before I could even think of pressing send, but I didn't want him to think I was a creep, or weird, or anything like that. But now, he was probably thinking I was a dick.
"Nolan?"
"Still here," I said.
"Have you talked to Keith lately?" Ava asked me.
"I think he's just busy, Ava."
Keith tended to ignore us for weeks on end when big changes were happening, but he'd always come right back, complaining about how much he missed.
"Should I text him?" I asked, staring at the phone number as though it could give me its thought.
"Keith?"
"Uhm, no."
"Then who are you talking about?"
"The guy from last week gave me his number. But like, it's not like he's into me. He's just really nice and I think he's just looking for a friend."
"I wasn't even aware you were like... talking talking."
"I just told you we're not. We just met under less than ideal circumstances, and we ran into each other while I was getting ice cream."
"If he gave you his number after meeting you twice, he likes you," she said.
"He doesn't. He said he's not the relationship kind of person."
"So he wants to hook up."
"No," I said, rolling my eyes, but I did chuckle at her assumption. "We shared some things and I think he just wants to be friends."
"He clearly wants you to text him, otherwise he wouldn't have given you his number."
"Yeah but like, maybe he was just being nice. Or what if he just wants me to keep giving him advice? I don't want to be the therapist friend, you know?"
"Did the conversation really go that deep?"
"Well, no," I said. Or maybe a little bit? It was definitely deeper than other conversations I'd had with strangers. But he wanted to be more than strangers. He wanted to be friends.
"Then I say go for it."
My bedroom door opened and my mom walked in, without even knocking or anything.
"What is it, Mom?" I asked her.
"You have an audition in three hours," she told me.
