I sat on the couch by myself for a while. Ten minutes had passed since Mondo fell asleep, and by then I'd moved him to his bed. I wasn't sure what to think; I wasn't even sure what'd just happened! I wasn't sure if he'd really meant what he'd said, but I figured I'd find out in the morning. I glanced at the clock: 3:23. Scratch that I guess, I'd see in a few hours when he woke up. I sighed, throwing my head against the cushion.
I should probably get some rest, I thought, staring up at the ceiling. But before I did, I thought it might be a good idea to check and see if I'd missed any calls from Chihiro. I reached for my pocket, but my phone wasn't there. I searched the other one, even the one on my shirt. Nothing. I sat up in a bit of a panicked state, worried that maybe it was in the car, or maybe even the convenience store. That's when I remembered that both locations were wrong, and it was still in my jacket.
Oh good gosh, I thought, wincing and pulling myself off the couch. I practically sprinted to the coat rack, frantically patting each pocket down until I felt the familiar little rectangle in the left pocket.
Please don't be bad, please don't be bad, please don't be bad, please don't be-
I unlocked the phone to be greeted with seven missed calls.
All from Chihiro.
Yep, that's bad.
((Look out, I think Chihiro Fugisaki's worried about 'chu!
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Quarter After One
FanfictionHilo! This is NOT THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT!! This is her friend Myrah. This is an IshiMondo fanfic, the first I've ever written, and the "worst" thing on it is a single kiss on the lips. This super delayed and only written on a borrowed ac...
