A few days later on Sunday evening, you called in sick. It was nearly midnight when you called me on my cellphone.
"Liv, Olivia, Olivia Andersen." You breathed, clearly trying to catch your breath. I made a face halfway between a grimace and a smile.
"Two things," I giggled. I didn't know my anatomy was capable of giggling. "Don't call me by my whole name, and why does it sound like you've just run a ten-mile marathon?"
"I'm sick, Olivia darling." I roll my eyes. I make out a reverberating beat in the background. "Sick, or drunk?"
You make a retching sound and I instinctively recoil from my phone. "Anyways Liv not Olivia, the reason I called you was to inform you that I will not be in attendance to our educational facility tomorrow." I hear another retching sound further off. I motion to click off my phone, but I hear more murmurs from my phone.
"Oh, Liv?" You say.
"Yeah, Noah?" I can make out your green-blue eyes and your starry smile when you say it.
"Have a good day at school tomorrow."
YOU ARE READING
one hundred ways
Romantikus"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
