He's lying on the couch with his laptop on his chest, refreshing his email every five minutes. He knows it's pathetic really, but its Monday, and it's been two hours since his alarms had rung to remind him of his dat- no, appointment with her. His DVD copy of 'The Landlord' was already in the player waiting to be played, but of course, he wouldn't dare begin without her. There really wasn't any point to start without her anyway.
He thinks about calling her. She was usually very punctual about their movie dates and called if she had to cancel. He finds it weird that she hadn't atleast texted to cancel on him.
Maybe she finally realised that you weren't worth her time, the ugly voice that reared its head once in a blue moon, said. He squashes it immediately because he knows it's stupid to feel insecure about her. Those day when she used to look down on him like he was trash were so long ago and he had seen how much she had changed since then. Sure, she was still the fierce, classy, fashionable snob that he used to hate but the fact that she had been willing to admit he was her friend was such a far cry from the girl he had known to terrorise his highschool.
He thinks about calling her again. She had given him her private number before she had left for Monaco. Surely she had intended for him to call her? After all, not everyone gets to know the Future Princess of Monaco's extremely secret cell phone number.
His mind made up, he starts dialling her number when the clearing of a throat startles him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Eric sitting on the other end of the couch with a faint smirk on his face and that knowing look in his eyes that he thinks has no reason to be there.
Eric gestures to the phone with his head and raises his eyebrows, the smirk growing wider. He tries yet again to convince his step brother that it wasn't odd for him to call her as friends called each other quite often but Eric shakes of his argument with a laugh, something about if only Jenny could see him now and a 'Whatever brother, I am going to the beach. You're welcome to join me of course, when you have stopped being pathetic that is.'
Eric's words keeps echoing in his mind for sometime. He wasn't really being pathetic was he? He just missed her. It was alright for friends to miss each other.
She doesn't seem to be missing you, the voice inside his head says.
But that's because she probably has a lot of other things on her mind what with her upcoming nupitals and all, he argues back.
Exactly. She's getting married – to another guy and you're the last thing on her mind. Don't you think it's creepy to be obsessing over her like this, his inner self replies.
I am not obsessing over her! I just mis-, he stops mid thought realizing how crazy he sounded; how crazy she was driving him. He was arguing with a voice in his head for God's sake! And the voice had turned out to be more sensible than him.
Eric's words came back to him, 'When you've stopped being pathetic.'
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Dan Humphrey groaned. He had it really really bad for Blair Waldorf didn't he?