Chapter 10 Kyran
Kyran
I went to bed later than normal last night, but I don't feel the effects.
Instead, it feels as if I'd gotten the best sleep of my life.
But I won't lie, I tossed and turned for bit, but only because I kept imagining what was going through Weslyn's head to cause her to get so wasted like that.
I'm just glad I was able to get her home safely.
And then I thought about how I wish I could have heard her voice last night when she called.
Now as I stare at the phone and reread our messages, I wonder how long we should actually keep entertaining this . . . whatever this is.
Good morning.
I text her, actually eager to start up a conversation with her. I realize how silly that seems but I truly don't see the harm. And besides, every girl deserves a good morning text at least once in their life.
10:14am
Hi, good morning. Thank you again for last night. And I'm truly sorry for my behavior.
I told you not to apologize for it. It's not that big of a deal. I'm just glad I was able to help.
You did. And surprisingly, I remember most of the night.
Did you have fun at least?
I did. But can I ask you a question?
Go for it.
Don't you think it's weird that we're still texting?
At first maybe, but no. I don't think it's weird now.
Okay.
Why? Do you not want to text me anymore? Just say the word and I'll delete your number.
That sounds kind of harsh. lol
But no. I don't think I want to stop texting you.
Good. Because I don't want to stop texting you.
Good.
So, what are you doing today?
I have a little bit of homework to do before tomorrow.
Mind if I ask what it is you are going to school for?
Well, to be honest… I really don't know.
Ah. I see. That's normal, you know?
I know. I just hated the idea of wasting "precious" educational years one way or the other.
I can understand that. So what path are you leading toward?
Well, I'm majoring in English and minoring in Literary Arts. Silly, I know.
Oh, so she's a writer?
This is why it's important for you to forget about my messy texting last night. My professors would be so disappointed. Lol
Your secret is safe with me.
Thank you.
So, you mind telling me what school you go to?
No, I guess I don't… I go to Brown.
That's actually really impressive, Weslyn.
I wouldn't say that.
Well, then… I will. I didn't even get into Brown. You should be proud.
I am. But I never really wanted to go to college to begin with.
Then why did you?
I really didn't have anything else to look forward to. After my dad left, I had to make a choice… be lonely and uneducated or be lonely but busy.
I understand that feeling entirely.
The uneducated part or being lonely?
The latter. Going to school wasn't a choice for me unfortunately.
So, what school did you go to?
I graduated from Cornell.
Oh, so you're smart too then?
Hardly. And I'm sorry to hear about your dad.
Oh, it's not like that. We are still close… kind of. He moved to a different country with his new wife. I thought he was crazy for it but I support his decision, I guess.
Oh, well good for him.
A moment of silence passes between us, a few minutes of no text messages, as I think of something else to talk about.
There's something about getting to know this girl and I don't want to let it pass.
As strange as it may seem, it feels natural and normal.
And I can sense there is something between us, even though that idea alone is crazier than the fact that we're still texting each other.
I start to type out my next text before one from her comes through.
10:57am
So do you live in New York?
I shake my head with a smirk, knowing I was going to ask her if she's ever been to New York.
10:58am
Yes. Have all my life.
I've always wanted to go to New York.
Well, you know… Rhode Island isn't that far from New York.
I know, I know. I just never really had a reason to visit.
Well, maybe now you do…
Kyran…
Weslyn…
I watch her text message bubbles move up and down, up and down. But then they stop. Maybe I was a little too forward. But it doesn't have to be out of the realm of possibilities, does it?
There's something that feels natural but also adventurous about waiting for her messages to come through.
About coming up with a response and having a sense of free will while doing so.
I gaze over the last hour of messages for a few moments, maybe trying a little too hard to decide if they mean anything.
But then I bring my attention back to the present as I type out a new response.
11:17am
Sorry. That was probably too forward.
No, no. It's fine. Just caught me off guard is all
Well, maybe I should let you get back to your work. Text me tomorrow?
Of course. :)