292 Fun In Funeral? (1/2)

Rrrr...

The sound of the ringtone made Xiu roll over in bed. The sound caught her attention but she had no intention of picking it up. However, the caller was really insistent.

Rrrr...

The ringtone was getting on her nerve now, so she felt around the bed with her hand while her eyes were still close to find her phone and disconnected the call without even bothering to open her eyes to see who was calling.

Rrrr...

The phone rang again making her groan in exasperation. She was really not liking whoever was trying to ruin her precious sleep. Was the world ending or something? Why was someone so impatient? If the other person is not picking it means, that person is not interested in talking to you. Why call again and again?

She accepted the call and grumbled into the speaker, \”What?!\”

\”Hello, dear friend!\” came an awfully cheery voice. And let's face it, it was way too early for Xiu to like this excited 'friend' greeting her out of nowhere. Especially when her cup of coffee had yet to go inside her system.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as she said, \”There is a hell in hello and an end in a friend. I'll be delighted to see you end up in that hell. It'd be wonderful!\”

\”Ouch! Isn't it early for such insults?\” came the reply as the caller feigned being hurt by her words. Not like she cared at all.

\”Exactly my point!\” She yawned in a very unladylike manner before adding, \”Dylan, it's a crime to wake me up on a Sunday morning. How dare you disturb my sleep?\”

\”You're sleeping? Is that why you didn't pick up my call?\” asked Dylan as he checked the time at his watch. It was half-past 11 already and it definitely wasn't an early morning. He was surprised to know that she was still sleeping. Although it was Sunday, he really didn't expect that she'd be sleeping till now.

Xiu rolled her eyes at his dumb question. \”No, no! I was busy having some unrealistic romantic fantasies. That's why it took me so long to answer the call.\”

\”Ohh...\” replied Dylan definitely not getting the hint that she was purely being sarcastic with him.

\”Idiot! I was sleeping.\”

\”Then say it like that. Don't play a word game with me, I'm not in the mood.\” Xiu frowned at his reply while he continued, \”Anyways, I thought you love Sundays.\”

\”I love Sundays? What gave you that impression?\” She sat up and leaned against the headboard while she stared at the time on the wall clock. It was really early for her considering that it was a Sunday.

\”Well, the other night you sang that... ♪Sunday morning rain is falling♪\”

\”Shut up! Don't torture my ears,\” she yelped out.

\”Hey, I don't sing that bad.\” Dylan tried to reason.

\”Fine, my bad!\” Dylan raised his hands in defeat even though she couldn't see him.

\”Good. Now tell me why are you acting like a villain in my love story?\” questioned Xiu and got down from the bed to open the curtains in her room. The bright light from outside made her squint her eyes instinctively.

\”Me? Villain? In your love story? When did I do such a thing? Don't accuse me!\”

Xiu facepalmed herself and stated, \”Dumbo! I and my sleep have an undying love for each other. Just now, you became the villain of our love story by waking me up!\”