CHAPTER 4

 

“I can’t believe she blocked me?!”

I had my phone in my hand calling her number, which always came back busy. That’s just an elaborate way of saying she blocked me. Although she did block me.

“She can’t have blocked me” I was blabbering. My other self was aloof, expression less, and standing by the drawer next to the window. He was looking outside and back at his phone continuously. “Must have been a mistake, she’ll unblock me soon”

“Aren’t you going to say something?” I asked him. He looked at me, barely for a second and went back to his phone.

“Isn’t she the love of your life too, I mean you must be worried as well”

He did the same routine again. One look at me and back to his phone.

“I thought you were me, guess you’re not me enough” I blabbered. I mean the fucker showed no sign of emotion at all. He was busy with his phone. What a fucking rat. Has the audacity to claim he is me. I cursed in my head as he turned to me once more but this time he spoke.

“I am worried sick mate” he stated still not a hint of emotion on his face. “But if you want me to make a fuss of it like a hooligan I can’t”

“You can’t?” I asked. Look at the nerve of this guy, what is he like a cool dude. Whenever I think of cool dude a picture of John Mayer from his latest song, New Light, come to mind. This dude was nothing close to him. I was nothing close to.

“Look bruv Its not I can’t cause I don’t want to” he spoke. His British accent fading slowly into a normal American tone. There’s only so many shows and so many pronunciations you can remember. Accents are fake unless you are a native. Take that fake accent having cunts that may probably never read this book.

“It’s because I can’t, I can’t show emotions I am the rationality in you, hence the accent”

“Why? cause you’re fake?”

“No, because I got standard, unlike the peasant you are. And no offense by the way”

 “Yeah whatever”

“Did you try her number?”

“Yeah, no shit sherlock”

“I did too, was hoping you got some luck out of your cell”

“Wait, so you can make calls and do whatever the shit you want and yet you’re not real?”

“I’m you, so I am real”

I turned around and dialed once more. There was no ring. The phone went dead. Next call, it was the same. The third call and now the phone came switched off.

“You know you should fix this before the others come. I mean its gonna be a real issue innit?”

“I know”

I paused. Did this fucker just say others? He said it right? I mean I can’t read the last line like you all but. He did. Didn’t he?

“Wait a minute” I stammered. My head was spinning already from all of this tension on my head. “Wait a minute what others? Who others?”

Once again, the guy dodged my questions. He was profusely dialing his phone. The phone came back switched off constantly again and again.

“She won’t pick up!” I screamed mentally.

“Stop shouting!”

I looked at him. He gave me an eye and went back to dialing.  Murmuring all the while. “If you could stop screaming and just dial the fucking phone for a minute, she woulda prolly picked up wouldn’t she mate?”

He was right. The fucker was right.

I mean fuck rationality right. It’s in all of us making us do the right thing, which may not even be the right thing to do actually. But what ever it was this dude was pretty convincing to be honest. Like really good or… I’m a douche. Either one of those two.

We called. I called, while he waited, and vice versa. The both of us also had a sort of speech prepared about how much we love her and whatever the fuck it was I was in the wrong and to get back was the best way to solve this shit.

You know. The classics of “take me back” clichés.

I think it took us hours. I skipped lunch and the day meal. Dialing and dialing and dialing. Man! The last time I did this much of the same thing was when I found out that my dick wasn’t just for peeing. I mean. I dialed the shit out of that phone. I cannot even begin to imagine this from me. I’m a fucking slacker. I once took 18 hours to edit a video that was 1 minute long. It’s… It’s amusing.

“Yo! Can you just stop having a fucking monologue right now and just dial for a second!”