The news
Marco’s POV
The only thing that’s really sad about my life is the constant doctor’s appointments I have to go to.
But that was going to change from this day forward,
they told me that I was dying of this really dumb ass illness.
Never the less I’m happy they know what it is,
well happy that at least there isn’t going to be anymore doctor’s appointments.
Leaving the building felt amazing, no more hell to go through.
The second I got to my black car and started the engine,
I remembered that a curtain person gave me there number and told me to call whenever.
I couldn’t wait to hear his voice after an hour of being in a meeting with just about twenty doctor’s,
but it’s better for me to call him later to make sure he’s not doing anything.
What felt like hours driving and waiting to get home, was actually only five minutes.
When I got out of my car I decided that saying outside would probably keep me in a better mood,
considering the fact that my house looked absolutely terrible in every way possible.
I dialled his number, making a meantal note of all of the numbers. It rang twice and then he picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s a… it’s Marco”
“Ohh hey Marco what’s up, I’ve been waiting for you to call”
“Uh.. Nothing much just got home”
“Wow really? It takes you this long to get home?”
“No I stopped some were first”
“Oh okay sounds fun”
“Not really it was really boring actually”
“I see, that’s why you called me. Cause you think I’m so interesting, hey did I guess right?”
“Well you’re not far, I called to see if you’d like to hang out sometime?”
There was a pause and I couldn’t tell if he was shocked or thinking of a way to turn me down.
Then he laughed like I said something funny.
“Is this a joke? Dude you stole my line. I don’t know if I can hang out tomorrow because I’m going on a date though”
“You’re dating someone?”
“Yeah I am her name is Emma”
He sounded so disappointed that he was talking about her,
I wonder if he really likes her..
“Uh… How about this weekend?”
“That sounds great, do you want me to pick you up at your house?”
“No it’s fine, I mean what would your girlfriend think?”
He laughed but it wasn’t his laugh, it was fake and I could tell.
We ended the call and I can’t help but still think, does he like her?
Does he like me? Or is this all just a game to him?
Before I realised it I was on my bed,
with the same three questions in my head,
and what if this and what if that every so often.