Taking the bus [pause]

19 | i can sleep with you

Day 17
I groan as I hear the phone ring. Rolling off the couch, I groan again when I hit the floor. I rub the side of my forehead as I reach over for the phone. I squint, trying to see what the screen says. Jonas. My head is hurting so much that I can't even think of smiling. I push answer and put the phone on speaker before putting it down onthe table. "What?"
"Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"
I yawn, leaning my head against the couch as I rub my eyes. "More like somebody didn't wake up at all."
"So that's why you missed the bus today?"
I look at the clock, which read 17:53. "No, I'm sick."
"Sick, for real?"
"Yuuup," I say, pulling a blanket over myself.
"Wow. Fever?"
"Unbarable headache..." I mutter.
"Want me to come over?"
"You don't know where I live."
"Give me the address, then." I can practically hear the smile in his voice, and it makes me roll my eyes.
"You're the bus driver!"
"Are we really going there again?"
"You're nearly a stranger. I can't just give you my address."
"Nearly a stranger, but not a complete."
I snort. "Aren't you working now, anyway?"
"I'm done at five everyday," he says, and in the backround I hear a car door slamming. "Come on. Let me take care of you."
"That sounds sooo creepy," I say, followed by my own groan.
"Sounds like you need me."
"I don't need you, I need sleep."
"Well, I can sleep with you," he says, making my eyes widen as I stare at the phone, horrified.
"Jonas!"
"Oh my gosh, that came out entirely wrong."
"Did it, now?"
"You know me well enough to know I'm not that kind of guy."
"Ha, that's the thing. See, I don't know you."
"You know one of my darkest secrets."
"What, that you're a bus driver?"
"Um, rude, but no. My fear of spiders."
"Well, you didn't exactly try to hide it when we went out for coffee."
"Exactly. We went out for coffee. We're, like, best friends now."
"Ha."
"What, you don't want to be friends with me?"
"Sure, I do."
"Well, I don't just want to be friends with you."
Isn't he going a little fast there? "No?"
"I think we could be bestfriends."
I sigh with a smile. "I'm tired. Goodnight, Jonas." I reach over for my phone.
"Wait! Have you even had dinner?"
"No?"
"Aha, then-"
"Seriously, dude. We're not friends yet."
"Okay, ouch. How do I become your friend then, if you don't let me do friendly stuff to you?"
"I don't know. But I can cook myself, and I'll probably be better in the morning. Thanks for calling, though."
"You're hanging up now, aren't you?" He says with a sigh.
"Yup, bye!"
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