Chapter Eight: The Phone Call

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As soon as I got home, I got a text from Noah.

"To: Declan

From: Noah

Message: Hey :)"

He used smiley faces. How cute.

"To: Noah

From: Declan

Message: hi! Long time no talk."

I got a reply rather quickly.

"To: Declan

From: Noah

Message: haha yeah x) has anyone every told u how interesting u r?"

Despite the text language, I could tell he was genuine. He really thought I was interesting.

"To: Noah

From: Declan

Message: no, not really. Thank you for thinking that. Most people think I'm boring."

"To: Declan

From: Noah

Message: I don't think ur boring. I think ur wonderful. Smart, quirky, cute ;)"

I blushed and hid my face, even though nobody was around. It took everything inside of me to not squeal at the thought of Noah calling me cute. I've never really taken compliments well, no matter how flirty or not they are. I thought for a minute before deciding upon my reply.

"To: Noah

From: Declan

Message: I'm not quite sure on the cute part, but I'll take quirky and maybe smart. All I know about are random facts."

"To: Declan

From: Noah

Message: that's what makes u smart tho. u kno things I dont. who knew that the dots on dominoes were called pips??"

I laughed. He remembered one of the random facts I told him. How sweet!

"To: Noah

From: Declan

Message: well, you and I do now!"

I debated putting a smiley face and then gave in. His smileys were getting to me.

"Message: well, you and I do now! :)"

I put my phone down and began walking towards my room. When I opened it, I was reminded of my past-self of Josie.

There were photos of Josie and Tori, Josie and her mom, Josie and...her dad.

I slammed the photo down, pissed off. I hated that picture. I hated him. I stared at it for a couple seconds, knowing my mom would just pick it back up as soon as she saw it. I sighed, putting the photo back up. I noticed little pieces of glass were scattered on the shelf where the photo lied. I didn't notice the noise of the glass shattering. "Fuck," I whispered, scooping as much of the glass as I could and throwing it into a trash can. My mom was gonna be pissed when she saw this.

My phone buzzed again, taking my mind off of my anger for a second.

"To: Declan

From: Noah

Message: Can I call now?"

I sighed, looking around the room again.

"To: Noah

From: Declan

Message: Yeah! Go ahead."

I waited a couple seconds. As soon as the call appeared I answered it.

"Hey!" Noah said, his voice kind of fuzzy because of the cell phone microphone. "What's up?"

I looked at the picture again. "Not much. Kind of pissed. What about you?"

"Sorry to hear you're pissed. Not much is up for me either. Why are you pissed?"

I wasn't going to tell him the story of my dad. "Don't wanna talk about it. So, Mr. subtle and spontaneous, what made you want to take me out?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a couple seconds. "Great nickname," said Noah. "But I'm not entirely sure what made me do it. I'm guessing it might of been curiosity? You're very mysterious. I'm very curious. It's a match made in heaven."

"Very true," I replied. "You are very very curious. But Mr. subtle isn't being very subtle about his answers." I smirked. Noah laughed on the other end.

"Also very true. I guess I've learned to trust you or something."

"Maybe." I left my answer at that.

We were silent. I sat down on my bed and flopped back, so I was staring at the ceiling instead of at the broken photo.

Noah started up the conversation again. "Can I ask you a question?"

Anxiety began to flood me, like my calm was a dam that suddenly burst, and now worries started to flood. I hated those words. I took a shaky deep breath. "Y-yeah?"

"Are you trans or just a really feminine boy?"

I took another shaky breath. Feminine Boy. I wanted to cry. "I'm not going to answer that question. I may, later, but not right now."

The longer Noah thought I was a cisgender boy, no matter how skeptical he was, the better.

We ended up talking until the early hours of the morning about anything we could think of. We talked about the weather, what made colors masculine or feminine, why the only languages offered at the school were German and French, anything. It was two a.m. when I finally yawned.

"Oh dear god," I said. "I am so tired."

"Me too," Noah replied.

I then realized how long I had been wearing my binder. "Shit," I whispered. "I gotta go. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay." I could hear how tired he was through the phone.

"Goodnight, Noah."

"Goodnight, Declan."

As soon as I took off my binder and climbed into bed, I fell asleep.


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