The note [Writer's contest 2]

Moremi paced to and fro her bedroom for the upteenth time. She felt a little guilty for not responding to her lil sis' usual 'welcome package' as she loved to call it. That wasn't her concern now though. "How could he?", she muttered over and again.Charles was the only guy she had felt really comfortable with. Although they often refer to each other as just friends, they both knew they liked each other a lot more than both of them would admit.They've been friends for over a year after meeting at a mutual friend's birthday party. Moremi liked Charles the moment she caught a glimpse of him in the little gathering but she told herself she wasn't the type to fall head over heels for any guy even though she had to try her best to keep from staring at him all through the occasion. It wasn't until about a week after the party, when she received an unexpected phone call that she remembered him. That very first conversation brought up a wry smile from the corner of her lips."Hello, you're on to Gibson Mercy", she pronounced into the mouthpiece of her cell phone. The baritone voice that boomed into her ears some seconds later caused her heart to melt- she totally loved guys with baritones!"My name's Charles Ayeni. I'm that tall, dark and handsome dude you were trying so hard to avoid at Busola's party some days ago and need I add too that Mercy sounds so soft a name for a lady as strong as you..." Mercy blushed all over as she opened her mouth but no words came out. The sensations coursing through her at that time could be likened to a ripple effect. She never knew he had noticed her and he oozed so much confidence. She liked courageous guys."I'ld prefer to call you Moremi", he ended with a soft laughter that tickled her all over. Only then did she realize she hadn't even been listening to him. They spoke some more and he explained that the name, Moremi went down history among the yorubas in Nigeria- She was a great heroine.She had loved the name instantly and despite the fact that she wouldn't stand being called by any indigenous language on a normal day, she instructed everyone in the house about her change of name. Her sister was the first to smell a rat and that was because she had killed the rat in the first place, she leaked the phone number to Charles. Charles' words from this night jotted her memory and it was as though it wiped off the pleasant thoughts."I wanted to emphasise my point all along...I really want us to be friends.  Nothing but friends".Like a deflated balloon, Moremi sat back on the comfortable sofa by her bed. Then, it dawned on her, she had loved too hard and had fallen even harder. If a seer had told her that morning that such a promising day would end up to be this horrible, she would have bet her life on how fake the person was.From the moment Charles called to inform her that he'd like for them to go watch a movie at the close of work, she'd felt as though she'd been asked out already. She had every reason to feel that way- Charles, since they met would never stay longer than 8pm with her. He was really principled. What else in this world would he want to do if he wanted just the two of them to go watch a movie at night if not ask her out.Her hopes had been dashed. She rolled onto her side and saw again the piece of paper he insisted she took along after she had erupted like wild fire and was about to storm out of the eatery they were in. They had not even gone to watch the movie yet. She couldn't stand the sermon on friendship after preparing and expecting so much. She knew if she stayed any longer in that room, she'd burst into tears. Picking the slip, she unfolded it and read the first line. She felt like throwing up.*********************************Charles knew he had spoilt the show. He gathered his car keys, a decision he had been wanting to make since he got home from his messed up outing. He was just about to grab his jacket when his phone rang. "Not on your life! You naughty boy" came the familiar voice with an edge of amusement and excitement. He grinned as relief flooded his entire being "I was praying you would at least take some time out to read the note. I was so scared you were going to trash it immediately you got a chance to."She was quiet"Mehn...you've got some temper there, Moremi""You've got none at all. What if I hadn't read it?", she breathed over the phone"I'm so glad you did. I didn't intend to ask you out on a paper either. It's a good thing I made it part of my plan B though"She was speechless again"So, let's replay the disc. I love you, Moremi. You, your temper and everything that comes with the package. I want to be your best friend, forever. I mean, will you marry me Gibson Mercy?"Moremi squealed "You know the answer to that, Charles"He grinned as he whispered "Of course, another eruption!"He heard her try to steady her breath and he could tell she couldn't contain her excitement!NAME: Sodimu Omowunmi