her head, but then it just seems weird and makes me seem like I’m scared of Ella, so I call her myself.
She answers after two rings and I can tell from her tone of voice that she’s trying to figure out why I’m calling her. “Ethan?” she asks warily. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” I say. “Or maybe… I don’t know… it all kind of depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether you’ve talked to Lila lately or not.”
“I haven’t heard from her in, like, a week,” she says. “I texted her the other day, asking her how she was, and she said she was fine.”
“Well, I think she was lying to you.” I slump back in the sofa and something pokes me in the back. “Maybe you should call her.” I reach around behind my back and pull out an empty prescription bottle. The label’s ripped off so I can’t tell what it was for. I wouldn’t think anything of it, but I used to keep my drugs in something similar and it gets me wondering.
No,there’s no way Lila would be doing drugs. She’s way too fucking preppy.
I twist off the cap, glance inside, and then take a sniff. It doesn’t smell like anything I’m familiar with. Shaking my head, I put the lid on and toss it onto the table in front of me.
“I’ve actually really needed to call her,” Ella replies. “Because I’ve been meaning to tell her… something…”
“You’re being weird,” I point out, kicking my feet up on the table.
“Yeah, I know,” she admits. “But I’m being like that for a reason.”
“Well, if you have a reason then I guess we’re okay,” I joke sarcastically with a heavy sigh. Ella and I have always had this issue with each other, due to the fact that it always felt like she was interfering in Micha’s and my friendship. We’re not as bad as we used to be, but our clashing personalities will always sort of hinder us from being good friends. “Look, can you just call her and talk to her?”
“Is she there now?”
“Yeah, but she’s in the shower.”
“And where are you?” There’s insinuation in her tone.
“Sitting on the couch.” I click the television off with the remote. “Where else would I be?”
“I don’t know.” She pauses and I know whatever she’s about to say is going to irritate me. “In the shower with her or watching her take one.”
“Well, I’m not,” I say dryly, more offended than I probably should be. “Look, just call her, okay? I’m going to go.”
“Fine,” she mutters. “God, you’re in a bad mood.”
I’m not sure who hangs up first, but we probably do it at the same time. I’m about to put my phone away when I get a text. I’m guessing it’s Micha, because I figure Ella went and told him that I was being a jerk, but I’m surprised to find that it’s from London’s mom, Rae. I haven’t talked to her in more than seven or eight months, around the time I decided to give a go at living my lonely wanderer dream, living my life to the fullest, mainly because Rae had called me and reminded me of everything that happened, the stuff I’ve tried to forget—the life I tried to forget, yet I always feel imprisoned by it. But when I hit the road, there was the whole Micha and Ella drama. Micha was boozing it up, going completely fucking crazy because he thought Ella cheated on him. I remember when I got the call from Lila telling me what was up.
“You need to go to New York, now,” she’d said.
“Um, no thanks,” I’d replied. “I’m trying to escape people, not go to a city packed with way too many of them.”
“I don’t care what you want,” she said, sound like a spoiled brat, which she did a lot. Then she proceeded to tell me how Ella had told her, after multiple shots, that she’d only told Micha she’d cheated on him because she thought it was the only way he’d let her go. That he was too good for her and her insanity and deserved someone better.
As much as I agreed that Ella was insane, I didn’t think the two of them should
She answers after two rings and I can tell from her tone of voice that she’s trying to figure out why I’m calling her. “Ethan?” she asks warily. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” I say. “Or maybe… I don’t know… it all kind of depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether you’ve talked to Lila lately or not.”
“I haven’t heard from her in, like, a week,” she says. “I texted her the other day, asking her how she was, and she said she was fine.”
“Well, I think she was lying to you.” I slump back in the sofa and something pokes me in the back. “Maybe you should call her.” I reach around behind my back and pull out an empty prescription bottle. The label’s ripped off so I can’t tell what it was for. I wouldn’t think anything of it, but I used to keep my drugs in something similar and it gets me wondering.
No,there’s no way Lila would be doing drugs. She’s way too fucking preppy.
I twist off the cap, glance inside, and then take a sniff. It doesn’t smell like anything I’m familiar with. Shaking my head, I put the lid on and toss it onto the table in front of me.
“I’ve actually really needed to call her,” Ella replies. “Because I’ve been meaning to tell her… something…”
“You’re being weird,” I point out, kicking my feet up on the table.
“Yeah, I know,” she admits. “But I’m being like that for a reason.”
“Well, if you have a reason then I guess we’re okay,” I joke sarcastically with a heavy sigh. Ella and I have always had this issue with each other, due to the fact that it always felt like she was interfering in Micha’s and my friendship. We’re not as bad as we used to be, but our clashing personalities will always sort of hinder us from being good friends. “Look, can you just call her and talk to her?”
“Is she there now?”
“Yeah, but she’s in the shower.”
“And where are you?” There’s insinuation in her tone.
“Sitting on the couch.” I click the television off with the remote. “Where else would I be?”
“I don’t know.” She pauses and I know whatever she’s about to say is going to irritate me. “In the shower with her or watching her take one.”
“Well, I’m not,” I say dryly, more offended than I probably should be. “Look, just call her, okay? I’m going to go.”
“Fine,” she mutters. “God, you’re in a bad mood.”
I’m not sure who hangs up first, but we probably do it at the same time. I’m about to put my phone away when I get a text. I’m guessing it’s Micha, because I figure Ella went and told him that I was being a jerk, but I’m surprised to find that it’s from London’s mom, Rae. I haven’t talked to her in more than seven or eight months, around the time I decided to give a go at living my lonely wanderer dream, living my life to the fullest, mainly because Rae had called me and reminded me of everything that happened, the stuff I’ve tried to forget—the life I tried to forget, yet I always feel imprisoned by it. But when I hit the road, there was the whole Micha and Ella drama. Micha was boozing it up, going completely fucking crazy because he thought Ella cheated on him. I remember when I got the call from Lila telling me what was up.
“You need to go to New York, now,” she’d said.
“Um, no thanks,” I’d replied. “I’m trying to escape people, not go to a city packed with way too many of them.”
“I don’t care what you want,” she said, sound like a spoiled brat, which she did a lot. Then she proceeded to tell me how Ella had told her, after multiple shots, that she’d only told Micha she’d cheated on him because she thought it was the only way he’d let her go. That he was too good for her and her insanity and deserved someone better.
As much as I agreed that Ella was insane, I didn’t think the two of them should
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