Zoe by Miu

[Unknown Number: Hi. Sorry, I can't call you.

I'm still at the hospital.

This is Lawrence by the way :)

Add me on Facebook – Lawrence Lee.

Let's message each other on messenger ;)]

Eeeekkk!

I twisted and turned, stomach pressed against my bed.

I gave my number to Lawrence. He promised to call me, and that was only when I left the hospital to give Leanna's family some alone time together.

I was on edge waiting for his call ever since. My phone never left my sight, even when I was taking a bath.

I did what he said.

I squealed again when I saw his profile picture and wanted to check all his photos, but messaging him took priority.

[It's alright. I understand.

How have you been? :D]

I didn't want to end this God-given opportunity. I wanted to talk to him some more. I knew Leanna would not like it, but I couldn't help myself. And besides, I was not feeling guilty for what I did to her brother.

I mean.

I didn't know Lawrence was her brother.

And I love Lawrence.

Ever since I was beholden by those deep mesmerizing brown eyes –– I completely surrendered myself to him.

And no.

I didn't care one bit about our age gap.

And no.

I didn't care if he was twelve years old.

He'll get older.

[Been busy with school.

Can I call you Zoe? (°o°)]

Kyaaah!

I was jumping now!

[Of course!

You can call me whatever you want.

Babe. Honey. Sweetie. Cupcake ????]

It was a joke, and I would delete it, but I pressed send instead.

. . .

. . .

Honest.

It was not my intention at all.

[ . . . (Typing) . . .]

Why does it take him so long to type?

Fudge!

I shouldn't have sent that message to him!

What if he thinks I was pressuring him into becoming my boyfriend because of what happened between us? I mean, he didn't exactly leave anything behind when he left except for that note which had no information about him whatsoever.

It only meant that he didn't want to see me again, right?

I bit my lips when a tear threatened to escape.

Calm down, Zoe!

Calm down.

He was not angry when he saw you again. He even gave you his number.

That thought somewhat comforted me.

[Uhm . . . Zoe, it is then. LOL.

So what have you been up to, Zoe? ????]

I breathed a mouthful of relief when he didn't block me.

Somehow, we avoided the topic of that night, and I was not about to complain since, mostly, I was afraid to know the reason why he disappeared without leaving any information behind.

Like he didn't want to associate with me anymore.

[Been busy with school too ????]

. . .

. . .

[Are you free tom . . .

*delete . . . *delete . . .]

[There's this awesome café . . .

*delete . . . *delete . . .]

[How's Leanna?]

[She's fine.

She's sleeping now ????]

[That's good \(o^v^)/]

. . .

. . .

[Are you sleepy?]

I turned around and rubbed my curling toes against the mattress.

[No]

[Good.

Let's talk for a while (o^v^o)]

Kyaaah!

[What would you like to talk about?]

[Let me think of a topic.

Next time, it will be you ????]

Next time?

There's going to be a next time!

Eeeekkk!

[How about we do one of those

questioning games ????]

A rush of romantic giggling sprinted back and forth inside me.

[I'm game! ????]

[What's your favorite color?]

[Take a guess ????]

[Hmmm . . . white?]

[Oh, come on!

I'm not that pure (-_-)]

[Hmm . . . pink?]

[Not that girly]

[Red]

[How did you know? \(°o°)/]

[. . . (Typing) . . .]

. . .

. . .

What's wrong? Why does he take so long to reply?

[Do you want the truth or the lie?]

[The truth of course ????]

[. . . (Typing) . . .]

[Your undergarments at that time

I blush –– hard.

[How about you?

What's your favorite color?]

[Red]

I blushed again. If that was even possible.

Oh, my god!

My body was on fire.

[What food do you like? ????]

[Tricky, I'm not picky but . . .

I love stake the most. ????

Medium cook.

How about you?]

[There are a lot of food that I love

from our travels ????????????????????

but I got to say . . . the best

is the Chicken Adobo with pineapples.

It goes well with rice ????]

[What's that? o(°o°)o]

[A classic Filipino dish.

You should try it sometime (o°v°)o]

Okay.

Chicken Adobo with pineapples.

I repeated as I grabbed a pen and paper to write it down.

This is an opportunity to get to know him!

[When's your birthday?]

[Funny you mention that.

It's actually two weeks from now \(^v^)/

How about you?]

Gifts!

[November 27.

What do you like the most in the world?]

[My family (o>-
Aww . . .

But that's not it!

[I mean, material things]

[You don't have to get me a present ????]

Busted!

[I want to! (o`O´)o]

. . .

. . .

[Alright, if you insist]

[Anything you get me

is fine (/´v´)/]

What? No, it's not!

I wanted to message him again, but he was much quicker.

[Sorry, I gotta' go.

My parents are asking me to turn off my phone.

It's time to sleep]

Noooo!

[Alright, I understand . . . ????]

[Good night]

[Good night . . .]

. . .

. . .

Fudge!

The hell with restraining!

It's soooo not like me.

[Hey, do you want to bang out sometime?]

Fudge!

[I mean bang sometime]

Fudge!

[Good donut!

I mean bang]

Fudge! Fudge!

[Calm down. LOL]

[Wait.

Let me catch my breath first ????]

[Sorry. I swear.

It was the auto correct]

[Right . . . ????]

My face was literally on fire now.

[And yes.

I'd love to h a n g out with you sometime

(o^v^o)]

YAAAYY!