Unexpected

Chapter 8.

"Hello?" His voice sounds even raspier and sexier on the phone. If I just could record it..

And then shoot myself.

"Ahm.. Hi.." My voice is shaking and my heart is beating so fast that I'm on the edge of having a heart attack.

"Emily?" How can he recognise my voice that easily?! I barely recognise myself on tape.

"Yeah.. it's me.." The idiot Emily. I should have lied.

"Is everything alright?" He asks with a confused tone.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry I don't want to bother you, but I actually called to know if you were okay.." I try to stay calm so I can explain why I called him when I shouldn't even have his damn number!

"Ohh, I'm okay.. thank you." He's lying.

"Are you sure? You seem..um.. sad?" I always say 'tired' and fail so sad it is..

"No, I'm just tired." I'm speechless with his words and I still can't hide the stupid smile that appears on my face when he says 'tired'. I always say that. Everyone does actually, I'm just an idiot.

"Yeah.. tired is always easier than the words 'torn apart', 'extremely sad' and 'drowned in tears' right?"

"Yeah..damn right.." He says with a laugh.

"Can I ask you something?" I really want to know if he's somewhere safe.

"Of course."

"Where are you?"

"Ahm.. At James' house.. He's a friend of mine.."

"Hum.. So you're safe?" Who do I think I am?! His mother?

"Yes, Emily. I'm safe." He says laughing.

I'm so ridiculous.

"Ahm.. Okay then.." I don't know what to say to him and I really wish I wouldn't have called him.

"I know everybody is really pissed with me right now.." He says.

"Probably.." I really don't know what to say right now. He's on my damn phone.

"I just didn't know what to do. My mum is dating with Sophia's father. So fucking insane!"

Yeah, tell me about it.

"Sophia thinks the same."

"I know that I was immature in not going to that dinner.."

"You weren't immature.. You were just feeling lost. I think that you should talk to your mother and tell her what you really think about this.. Sophia did the same with her father." I suggest.

"I know. I think I'll call her or something.. she's probably worried.."

"Yes. I'm sure she is."

"I just.. I don't know what to do!" He sighs in frustration on the phone.

"I know Albert. I understand. I don't want to annoy you so I'm just going to give you an advice. Talk to your mother about what you're feeling. You're the person that she loves the most in the world. I'm sure she will listen to you."

He stays in silence and I start thinking in what I just said. I'm not going to apologise. I just gave him an advice.. it's his choice if he wants to take it or leave it.

"Ahm.. I only called to check if you were alright.. I have to go now. Bye, Albert." I don't know how to speak to him. I really don't.

"Thank you Emily. For calling. I really appreciated it." He says with a sweet and nervous tone.

"It's nothing."

"Actually it is." He says and I hang off the phone.

I think that I'm drowning myself in this. I shouldn't be worried about Albert. I don't have to give him advices. I don't want to be worry about him but I can't help it. I feel like a dork.

I lay my phone on my desk. How in a moment I'm feeling happy and excited and in another I'm so depressed and sad?

I lay myself on my bed and put my headphones on. Music always seems to sing what we don't want to say but actually, I think that music always seems to sing what we're afraid of thinking.