Short Story Número Uno Chapter Two

My phone buzzed, indicating I had received a message. I lifted it up and checked it.
It was from an unknown number.
'Hey it's Kenneth,' it read. I chuckled and pressed the call button.
"Um, hey," he answered after the first call.
"Hey yourself," I laughed.
"How are you?" he asked awkwardly.
"I'll be great as soon as you tell me how you got my number," I smirked, even though he couldn't see me.
"I-uh-I. Didn't you give it to me?" he stuttered.
"I don't recall that, no," I chuckled.
"Okay, I may have gotten it from one of my friends. I refuse to give any more information," he confessed.
"It's all good," I said.
"When do you plan on going to Walmart again?" he asked eagerly. I was about to get up and go right then and there but I didn't want to seem too desperate.
"Soon," I replied mysteriously.
"Oh," he sounded slightly disappointed. "Well, I'll talk to you later, Lilly."
"Yeah," I replied. "Bye Kenneth. Kenneth is too long. Can I call you Ken?"
"Everyone else does, so I guess so," he chuckled lightly.
"If everyone else does, then I won't call you that. I want a unique nickname," I smiled mischievously.
"Okay, think of one," he laughed.
"Don't rush it!" I snapped playfully.
"Jeez, okay," he laughed.
"How about Kenster?" I grinned.
"I love it," he said.
"Okay. Bye Kenster," I smirked and hung up.
"Lilly," I heard my name being called. Again. I heaved a sigh of frustration. I had yet to sit down for ten consecutive minutes.
"Yes, Mother," I called. A knock sounded on my door and without warning, it opened. I hated when people did that. Either knock and wait for the person to open the door or just open it rudely.
"I have a shift at the hospital now. I need you to babysit Ellie and Poppy," was all she said. I didn't even have the chance to protest before I heard the slamming of the front door. I groaned as my thirteen year old sister walked into my room like she owned the place. She stuck her nose high in the air and her walk spelled out confidence. And vanity. She had inherited my mother's traits. Both of my sisters did. They got the petite frame. The long, brown locks that shined. The dark, enigmatic eyes. The thing I was most jealous of was the beautiful olive skin and rosy cheeks, contrasting against my pale, white skin.
They even got their love of art and music from her.
"You're supposed to be babysitting us," she remarked snootily. I shot her a sarcastic, sweet smile. "Thank you for reminding me that I have the world's worst task on my to do list, Poppy."
She just rolled her eyes. "Ellie's eating from that cookie dough that Mother didn't put away." I groaned as I dashed downstairs. Ellie was the four year old. The face of an angel, the mind of a devil.
"Ellie, stop," I said as I reached the kitchen. She shook her head and let out a brief 'No.'
"If you give it to me, I'll make you cookies," I suggested. She seemed to think over it for a second before reluctantly handing me the box. I sighed a sigh of relief.
I got out a cookie sheet and began rolling balls of the dough onto the sheet. In ten minutes, I had finished the entire thing and I put it in the oven. I looked at Eliie to see her grinning at me.
"Poppy, distract Ellie for a second, please," I said as my phone rang for the second time in one day. She walked over and picked Ellie up, taking her out of the kitchen. One day, those two will be the end of me. I answered.
"Hello?" I spoke into the phone. I heard a crash and I winced.
"Hey, is this a bad time?" Kenneth's deep, masculine voice laughed through the phone.
"Lilly! Ellie's pulling my hair!" Poppy's voice whined.
"Ellie, remove your hands from your sister's hair," I called over.
"Kinda," I mumbled through the phone.
"Okay," he laughed. "I just wanted to hear your voice." That was so adorable. My breath caught in my throat. No ones ever wanted to willingly talk to me. Not even my own father. My heart clenched painfully at that thought.
"I-I-uh-um, thank you?" I said the first thing that came to my mind. He chuckled lightly.
"I'll speak to you later, flower," he hung up. I was caught in a daze until I heard a scream. I huffed in annoyance as I got up to detangle the two. Poppy smirked at me as I pulled Ellie off her.
"Who were you talking to? A boy?" she smiled smugly.
"None of your business, twerp," I snapped. She rolled her eyes.
“Stop treating me like I am some kid!” she huffed.
“You’re thirteen,” I remarked.
“You know I’m smart for my age,” that was true. I guess we all had to grow up early because of what Dad did. My heart held so much spite for him.
“I’m sorry, Pops,” I sighed. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I froze, not knowing how to react to her hug. I awkwardly moved my arms, but she pulled away before I could wrap my arms back around her.
“To answer your question. Yep, it was a boy,” I grinned deviously. She gasped. “What does he look like?”
“You want to Facebook stalk him with me?” she nodded with a huge grin. I chuckled.
“Let’s get Ellie to sleep first,” she pouted but went and whispered in Ellie’s ear. She jumped up and started for the bedroom. Poppy always had her way with Ellie. Half an hour and three books later, she finally fell asleep. We tiptoed out of the room and shut the door softly behind us.
“Come on!” Poppy said impatiently. I laughed and opened up my laptop. I don’t know where he got my last name but he somehow managed to find me on Facebook and had added me. I clicked the ‘Accept’ button. A chat message popped up.
‘Hey Flower. I like your profile picture,’ I read. I smiled as I saw the picture of me and my mom.
“Look at his pictures!” she urged.
I clicked on his profile and opened up his profile picture. Poppy squealed.
“That’s the guy?” I laughed at her face.
“Yeah, that’s him,” I said.
“Oh my gosh!” she squealed again. I didn’t blame her. “Reply before he thinks you’re ignoring him!”
‘Hey Kenster. Thanks. I like yours too,’ I replied. He replied with a wink.
‘I think I hear some unstacked cans calling my name. See you around,’ I didn’t reply; I just continued to go through his pictures.
“He’s definitely into you,” Poppy remarked. I was startled, having forgotten she was there.
“No, he’s not. The first time we met, it was because I tripped over a bunch of cans and he had to help me up. Since then, we haven’t seen each other, and I haven’t done anything to show that I’m not the clumsy freak he first met,” I laughed. She shrugged. 
“I know what I’m talking about,” she remarked. I chuckled and ruffled her curly hair.
“I let you stay long enough past your bedtime,” I said as she scowled and tried to fix her hair.
“I know when I’m not wanted,” she said and with that, left the room. I stared at his profile for around an hour before I realized that I was being very creepy. I logged off and shut the computer. It was only eleven. I wouldn't be able to sleep yet and I literally had nothing to do. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and scanned the contents. I saw a slice of chocolate cake and I grabbed it quickly, as though someone were about to take it before me. I took out a fork and I went to the living room to watch some tv. I turned it on and flipped through the channels before finally settling on the channel that was playing Pride and Prejudice.
I must have fallen asleep because the last thing I remember, I was being covered by a thick blanket and the lights and tv were out.