Goodnight

"Greetings" The voice of that boy starts over the phone, confidence draining through the speaker.

"Ayyo," I start, trying to keep my voice clear so he knows that it's me. I've decided to wait a few hours to call him. After all, I don't want to risk calling him during his shift.

"Hey there, cutie," His voice is deep and oozes with an intoxicating sound that drifts through my ears like a river of audio.

I can't help but squeak as I speak, "Thanks, but I really wouldn't call myself all that cute. I know for a fact that there are cuter girls at our school."

"Nah," He dismisses that fact. "From what I've seen so far, you're cute and fun to be around. After all, we both seem to have quite a bit in common." I laugh slightly and he continues to talk. "I really like your most recent post. So I'm guessing the guy next to you is the Knox guy you told me about?"

I nod even though I know he can't see me, "Yeah, and his brother and sister are on the next slide."

He chuckles, "Well that answers my next question. How long have you known them?"

"Around the start of fourth grade," I answer, feeling a hint of nostalgia as the memory of our shared birthday being tomorrow. "In fact, he and I have the same birthday."

"Oh?" He sounds a bit surprised. "And when is that?"

"Tomorrow," I respond, smiling happily to myself. "Him and I are planning on skipping school tomorrow to celebrate. Well, that's if his parents are fine with it."

"Your parents are fine with it?" He asks me.

Once again, I nod, "My dad is, but my mom is weary, but luckily he's convinced her that it's fine."

"Wait, isn't Knox that guy that got into a fight with another dude on the soccer field?" He asks again, seeming to have heard about the occurrence.

"Yeah," I mumble, not really sure as to how I should respond.

"Dude that was sick!" His voice raises to excitement. "Knox and his brother were especially badass! Tons of respect for them." There's a moment of silence as I contemplate how to respond. "So you're the girl that got cheated on."

"Um yeah," I mutter, rummaging through my brain to find a good response.

"Honestly, I think Zack got what he deserved," Daniel mentions, his tone suddenly serious and cold. "He even targeted my cousin at one point. She was so scared that she was going to be attacked for weeks just because she kept on rejecting him and criticized his drug use habits and friends."

The mutual understanding between the two of us is relieving. It feels as though I can trust him with my feelings and he'll try his best to see from my perspective. Time slows as I think deeply about how much he and I have in common exactly. I haven't gone through his entire account yet, not nearly as much as Knox had, but I do know that he's really smart and athletic. So I guess that's a win for me. Also, from what I've seen so far, he doesn't do drugs either, so that's also pretty comforting.

"Wait, aren't the guys still suspended?" He asks another question just before I could say anything.

"If my memory serves me right," I start, doing my best to visualize a calendar. "His suspension ends tomorrow."

"Yeah I'm sure it wouldn't be that big of a deal for him to miss it," He dismisses it with a cool tone. "Though I bet he's missed out on a lot of work and tests due to his suspensions, so his grades are definitely gonna need some work." There's a moment of silence as I think of a response and he continues, "How were his grades beforehand? Is he in any AP courses?"

I shake my head, "They were pretty good, and no he isn't in any AP courses."

"Are you?"

"Yeah, I'm in AP English," I answer, smiling cockily to myself, though it's nothing compared to him. "Although I especially hate the parts where we have to find the 'Deeper meaning' within a text."

"Oh yeah it's a nightmare," He agrees with me instantly. "Though it is easy for me I still find it annoying. Like, the author mentioned blue curtains to add details to the surroundings, not because the character can sense that something bad happened to the one they loved."

I can't help but laugh, "And the teachers always end up saying the same answer that a student has said before but in a different way."

A female voice, most likely his mother, shouts down from somewhere and manages to do it loud enough to hear. Though I can hear her voice, it still wasn't clear enough for me to understand, either that or they were speaking another language. Daniel shouts back a few more words, confirming it's in another language, for a few seconds as I sit there waiting for them to finish.

Finally, the yelling concludes and he focuses back on the phone, "I gotta go, my mom needs some help with cleaning up."

"Alright well I hope you have fun," I respond, upbeatedly.

"Thank you, goodnight."

"Goodnight," We hand up the phone and I lay back in my bed, mind reeling over how well he and I get along.