Mystery Boy & Migraines Ch.1

The world became less blurry and noise came back into existence. My presence was brought back from my intent session of zoning out.

"Rate this guy." a boy with glasses was vaguely seen in a photo on a dark phone screen, he was sitting at what looked to be a fast food restaurant with his hands folded together and his elbows leaning on the table. There was no face recognizable enough to rate.

"I can't even see his face, Garrot.'' my eyes skimmed over his phone, examining the poorly shaded photo. My friend persistently shoved the phone closer to my face trying to assist me in visualizing the small details.

"Oh my gosh just tell me if you think this guy is hot." he scoffed, the persistent shoving was not helpful.

"I don't know… nine out of ten?" I laughed so it was noticeable I was joking, of course, a guy with his face covered at a restaurant was not attractive. Leaning back on the headboard I let out a sigh. I have a terrible migraine right now. When I have a migraine my vision slowly starts to fade, it never fully disappears though. Sleeping the migraine away is not an option currently, I have a friend I must entertain by answering obnoxious questions.

"Oh really?" Garrott spoke again, keeping his eyes on the phone screen in his hand, he raised an eyebrow at me.

"I was being sarcastic but if you want a true answer I'll keep it at nine, he has nice hair." I pushed myself up to sit straight.

“Mariana, if a serial killer had nice hair you would love him.” he lifted his eyes off of his phone and smiled.

“Good hair is a very important quality when looking for a guy, and depends, are we talking Ted Bundy or..?” We both laughed. My head aches when I laugh. This damn migraine. Where is my water bottle? I swiped my hand around on my nightstand. Aha! In an attempt to get the water bottle on the ground, I had fallen off the bed.

“ouch.”

"Send me a photo of you that you look good in," Garrott added mysteriously typing on his phone. He was paying no attention to the fact I had just fallen.

"Um, why?"

"Just do it, Mariana." He was probably rolling his eyes at me but I couldn't see his face, I was still on the ground. I pulled my phone off the edge of my bed, unlocked it, and surfed for the photos Garrot asked for. I sent him my five favorite photos from a year ago, my face still had the same structure, and I had pretty much stopped growing last summer so I didn't care that much.

"Okay there, are those good?" I asked.

"Yeah thanks," he said, turning his head from me while hiding his phone.

"What are you doing, Garrott ?" I pulled myself up to the side of the bed with my arms to see his face.

"Nothing..." he said with an obvious smile. This bitch is such a bad liar.

"Okay..." I turned back to my phone pretending to be watching a video or scrolling through Instagram while every few seconds I glanced up at him, and the light reflected on his phone stayed the same color. He was probably just texting someone. Eventually, my attention grew short and I started scrolling through Instagram. After a few minutes, he spoke,

"Mariana…" Garrott’s voice lightened with a smile still etched across his face.

"What?" The tiredness in my voice was noticeable. Slightly annoyed by the fact he was entertained and I was left out on whatever he had been doing.

"you know the guy I just showed you?"

"Um, yes?"

"Can he get your number?" he said with a begging look. Now I know what I was left out of.

"What?" called it. He was texting someone.

"Can he?" Garrott asked again, enhancing his puppy dog eyes.

"I mean sure?" my migraine was getting worse, I was only giving Garrot the short answers that would keep him satisfied and had me not doing a lot of talking.

"aww, you're so sweet." The sarcasm in his voice ruined the compliment.

"I wish you meant that, jerk. " I laughed while pulling up my phone to give him my number. Showing it to Garrott so he could take a photo of it to send to this mystery boy, wondering if he even wants my number, Garrot probably convinced this guy. I lay back down and pulled a pillow over my face, the lighting in my room made my head hurt even worse. I tried to close my eyes for a second until not even one minute later I heard my phone ping, the notification from a random number.

Random number: Hi

"Is this him?" I asked Garrott, holding my phone up to his face. He leaned in to get a better look at the screen to read the small notification.

"Yeah, that's him I think." He said before I laid back again.

Me: Heyyy|

I typed into my phone but I didn't send anything just yet. Is that too many ‘y’s? Am I being weird? After a good 3 minutes of deciding:

Me: Hi, you’re Garrott's friend I'm guessing?

I ended up sending that message

Random number: yeah I'm that guy

I smiled at his response, "Garrott, what's his name?" I asked.

"It's Anthony," he responded.

Me: you’re Anthony?

Anthony: yeah…and you are?

Me: Mariana

Anthony: That's a pretty name I've never heard before :)

My face felt warm and I was happy. I was happy. I caught myself and removed the smile I had from my face. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear I looked up at Garrott. He was looking back at me with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Well I can see you’re already enjoying this so have fun, I have to go home," Garrott said, getting up off my desk chair and grabbing his bag. Garrott has been my best friend for four years, and he's always trying to set me up with one of his friends. He tells me “You are lonely and it is making me annoyed”. So far out of the nine friends I was set up with, not one of them has lasted more than a week. It's not something to brag about, but it does start to make me feel lonely.

"Oh okay, bye! Close the door behind you please."

"Okay, bye." he grabbed his bag and hugged my head before walking out. I rolled back on my stomach and tucked a pillow under my arms, I got another text from Anthony.

Anthony: Can I see a photo of you?

Garrot said he was going to show him the photos I sent. explaining why he hadn’t…

Garrott: oh and those photos were not hot send him something better.

Of course. Gosh, sometimes I think God sent me a Garrott to test my anger issues. I sat up from my comfortable position and looked in my mirror that was across from my bed on the wall. I don't look hot right now either. I went to my bathroom and wrapped my hair in a pink claw clip so it wouldn't look like I was trying too hard. I threw on a graphic t-shirt that had a picture of Jesse Reye’s 2020 album cover on the front. She was my favorite artist and her music is so therapeutic to scream at the top of your lungs in a car. I put on some shorts that were just found on the floor of my bathroom, there is a fifty percent chance these were clean.

*Hold on*. What am I doing? I've never even met this guy and I'm already losing my mind. He's going to be like every other boy and leave so what's the point? I pulled my hair out of the clip and brushed it, then slipped on the pajama pants I was wearing before. I went back to my bedroom and laid on my bed. My room is a mess. I stared at Anthony’s text for a second and opened my camera. Smiling, I took a photo and stared at it. Good enough.

Me: there

I sent the photo and placed my phone on my nightstand. Not even ten seconds later I heard my phone ping but I didn't look at it. Instead, I rolled off my bed and pulled myself up to my desk. Opening my laptop I went straight to my group chat.

Me:  Is anyone awake? 

No response, I spun around in my chair and stared at my phone on the nightstand. Dragging myself back to my bed I unlocked my phone to read Anthony’s response on the photo I sent. My eyes opened wider to make sure I was reading his response right.

Anthony: Wow you really are pretty, Garrott was right.

I'm not mad at Garrott anymore, to be honest, I'm not even thinking about Anthony’s comment that Garrott supposedly said I was pretty. The only thing I'm thinking about is why was this random guy's words made me feel all warm and happy.

Me: thanks! :) 

Anthony: Yeah, of course.

We talked for another hour but eventually, he went to sleep. It was now one a.m. in the morning. My migraine went away a few minutes ago but it was harsh in the end, staring at my phone probably wasn't helping. I placed my phone on my dresser to charge and dragged my hands over my face. Why was I smiling again? I don't know why this guy is different but he's probably gonna be gone in two days at most.

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