wrong number - anthony reeves

eight

half full is calling...

i hit accept, pulling my phone to my ear.

"hey." his hoarse voice filled my right ear.

i yawned, "hey anfony."

"it's so late."

i laughed, "it's only... 1:27."

"so yeah, it's pretty late, mar." he chuckled.

"you're right."

"so, how was brunch with cole?"

a lump formed in my throat, "uh, i slept in too late."

"okay sure, but you sound like you're about to cry." he said, concern lacing his voice.

"uh, nothing, i just walked in on him talking to another girl." i teared up.

"oh shit, i'm sorry about that."

i laughed hysterically, letting a tear fall, "his reason was that he thought that i was pulling that same shit with you. i've even told him that we're in different fucking countries, but he did that anyways. jeez boys suck."

"hey," i could hear him pouting on the other end, "i don't suck."

"meh, sometimes." i laughed.

"there she is." he laughed, "i'm going to head to bed, only if you're okay though!"

"i'm fine thanks, good night." i smiled into the phone.

"good night, mar." i heard his smile through the phone.

i hung up before placing my phone down on my side table. i turned off my phone, standing up and opening my bedroom door. i skipped down the steps into my kitchen, glancing at my dad who was sprawled across our couch watching tv. i got a glass of water and walked into the living room, plopping in the seat beside him.

"how was it at cole's? you were gone for a while." he asked, looking up at me.

"oh," i said, realizing that i hadn't told him yet, "i walked in on him talking to another girl, and then i went to olivia's."

he stirred in his seat, "you, what? are you okay?"

he rubbed my shoulder, "yeah dad, i guess anthony was right."

"who's anthony?" he nudged my shoulder.

"he's just a friend." i laughed.

"oh, i have no doubts! i just haven't heard of him before."

"he lives in the states, so i haven't met him at all yet dad." i said, taking another sip of my water.

"anyways, i'm heading to bed now, are you going to watch something?" he asked, gesturing to the tv, grabbing the remote.

"nah, i'm just going to grab a snack and head upstairs." i said, as he shut off the tv.

"good night, mar." he said.