Amber’s POV
Tell me. I need to understand.
What is love?
But if anything…it was probably back then I guess.
Tap, tap, tap.
Sh*it, please don’t die on me again, not now, please don’t –
It was useless as the screen was stuck at the same page, as if mocking me and my futile attempts to get it to work again.
My lips were downturned in slight disgust at my Samsung Galaxy S 5, which, for what felt like the millionth time today; had crashed on me again.
“Ugh!” I carelessly threw it across my desk and rubbed my temples, soothing the impending headache that I knew would come.
I’m soooooo screwed.
Right when I was drowning in my anxiety, a singing voice made me jump a little until I heard the familiar part of the song.
“You’re beautiful…you’re beautiful, it’s true~~”
James Blunt’s crooning for the chorus of his popular song, “You’re beautiful” resounded as my phone lit up.
I cringed at my ringtone; for both the cheesy song and at the person calling now.
Hesitating for a split second, I eventually picked it up and calmed myself, “H-Hey M-Minah –”
Her tone was unforgiving, as she always is, “Why the hell did you take so long to reply me anyways?! I waited like forever for your response!!!”
It’s just like her to dramatize every single aspect of her life, I rolled my eyes at that thought.
But I faked a smile and tried to be chirpy, “Y-You know my phone’s pretty much garbage, I really should change my phone…”
She snapped at me, “I’m not wasting my precious dime to b*itch about your lame-a*ss phone. Now tell me, are you in or not?!”