Torn

That Smile

"Come outside," A text notification read. I never go out, I never want to. The familiar, isolated, room of mine was enough for me. What could he want anyway? I'm not the type to socialize either. I'm quite a hermit. 

Finally, I sent a reply.

 "I'm busy sorry." 

*Buzz buzz*

"No you're not. You never are. Please just come see me..." 

"Fine. I'll go ask."

You see, my dad doesn't really like me going out, so I was positive he'd just say no as always. 

"So... uh..."

"What?! Spit it out!"

I jumped, and my words started to jumble.

"IwaswonderingifIcouldgohangoutwithAnthonyforawhile?"

"Yeah sure whatever don't go far and check in."

Damn it. Honestly, he's probably starting to feel bad for me and doesn't care anymore; even he's upset I have no friends and became a lonely shut-in. I throw on a wrinkly sweatshirt and spray perfume on it due to not knowing how long ago I last washed it. I walked out the door to see him standing there, smiling. 

"Why are you so happy?" I ask with slight confusion.

"Because I get to spend time with you, of course."

I roll my eyes.

"Why did you need to see me? It's dark out and I'm tired."

"I don't know. I just missed you a lot."

He gave me that smile again. God, that smile. 

"Anthony seriously, cut the bullshit. You want something. Just tell me what it is."

"Look, can we just walk?"

His smile faded to absence along with any emotions I felt.