The Other Half

My phone rings, I check the screen to see who it is and I catch a glimpse of the time at the top right corner of it, it's 3 am. The only valid reason I'll accept for being woken up at this time is a Zombie apocalypse, a Zombie apocalypse is happening and the spawn of Satan is waking me up so that we can fight the undead.

"What", I say coarsely.

"What are you doing", she replies with a smile on her face.

"Little old me? Oh I'm just feeding the chickens and tending to the cows", I reply sarcastically.

"That sounds like fun, I wish I was there. Are you also going to pet the horses after that", she replies widening her eyes in excitement.

Most days I thank the heavens, the universe and everything mighty for blessing me with a friend like Bon but today isn't one of those days. She really has a knack for pissing me off.

"Bon please, not right now! You're facetiming me, I see you seeing me in bed! What do you want?", I ask in a very desperate voice.

"Q I can't sleep, something is bothering me", her facial expression changes.

I quickly sit up because you know what I treasure more than sleeping? Nothing, but the well-being of the people that I care about comes close.

"Hey, talk to me. What's up", I pull the blankets to my chest.

"So tall people, right? We have this infuriating thing that happens when we are in bed. We always have to decide on which part we want covered, our feet or the part from our neck up because we can't do both, well I can't. So as I was in battle trying to figure out which part I wanted to cover I thought of you, as a short person. You don't have that problem, which begs my next question, how does it feel to be God's favourite?", she asked with a straight face laced with curiousity.

I could feel my head explode off my neck and I just stared at her for a minute or two, she smirked and to her this was a mission accomplished.

"You're Satan's favourite demon", I said defeated.

"I thought I was his spawn", she laughed.

"That too. Here's a revolutionary idea, maybe get a new blanket you big dummy? Yeah?", I said.

"You are stupid", she said

"Your face is stupid", I replied and we both laughed.

"I really miss you and I called because I wanted to be the first one to wish you safe travels", she murmured softly.

"You could have texted and maybe I'd miss you too if you weren't such an itch in my crotch", I said with a grin.

"How are we even friends", she rolled her eyes and let out a grunt"

"Choices mate", I answered.

"Please go out, have fun and meet people when you get there. I'm not saying be promiscuous but get laid every now and then, you literally can't say you've had the best sex. You've had it with one person, you have nothing to compare it to", she said.

"It's funny how you develop a brain cell when you talk about coitus", I reply as I laughed hysterically.

"See? Who calls it that? Nevermind, you'll probably scare people away. Just keep your head low and say as little as you possibly can", she says while smirking.

"You're pure evil", I answered.

"Please go out and meet people, you're doing the world a disservice by hiding away all of this awesomeness", she said.

"What if I say something stupid and make a fool of myself? No way, people are terrifying", I nervously grab the blanket.

"I don't get you, you're cool around me and your family. Show them that person", she answered.

"I meant real people, you guys don't count", we both laugh.

"I'll buy you pizza every week, if you make at least three friends", she negotiated.

"Ugh, okay you convinced me", I answered.

"Pizza head!", she laughed.

"Disappear", I said.

"Okbye", she replied.

She hung up and I texted her goodnight and told her I loved her, she did the same, I really did love her even though I felt like disturbing her breathing for disturbing my sleep but I wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone. I stared at the ceiling and thought about the journey ahead and a sudden feeling of anxiety overwhelmed me, which was no surprise as it has been my companion for the longest time. The thought of meeting new people was terrifying, my family and Bon are great. I get along with them so well that they stopped feeling like real people. People make you doubt yourself, pick you apart and criticize you and I don't think I was ready for that. Bon and my family felt like a joyful fragment of my imagination because they understood me and I understood them.

The more I thought about it, the more my heart raced. Only a few hours were between me and facing my worst nightmare, being in a different setting and having to meet new people. I took my phone and put on some music, my other companion, a very welcome one at that. Slowly I lost myself in daydreams and make-believes like I had hoped. A few hours later my alarm rang and I had to face my nightmare, UNIVERSITY.