Aah, Friday nights. Here I am, sitting, listening to Fine by Me by Andy Grammar on repeat, watching Jersey Shore (actually, it's paused on my TiVo. Because then I can't hear my song.), trying to sing along but sounding like a dying walrus, and writing about who knows what. Yes, ma'am (or sir. Depending on what you have decided your gender is (drag queens)), I'm livin' the good life.
"I love you, James. Really I do. I have no idea why Derrick is calling me again. Please!" Massie begged James, her fiancé to stop. She grabbed ahold of his arm just before he stepped out of the door to their apartment and spun him around. "I dated him in middle school! Before I came to England and met you! I love YOU. Not him. It was a crush, it didn't even last a year. Please believe me!" Her slight British accent quivered as she felt tears spring to her eyes.
No. Things like this did NOT happen to Massie Block. They just didn't. Plus, she didn't do anything wrong. Derrick Harrington had left a message on her answering machine, and that wasn't her fault.
"Massie, I just can't believe you. Not even a WEEK ago did you admit to me of cheating. And I brushed it off because it was technically when we were on a break, and I understand that when something goes wrong you, you tend to do stuff you regret. But now your old boyfriend is calling, saying he needs to talk to you, that he can't wait to see you? Massie, you need to stop lying to me. I'm sick of it." And with that, James was out the door.
"James! No! Don't leave me!" Massie fell to her knees in front of her apartment building and buried her head in her hands, no longer caring what people thought of her. After what felt like hours but was only ten minutes, Massie crawled into the building and pulled herself up the stairs. She plopped down on the bed and stared at the framed picture of her and James at prom, 5 years ago. She ran her fingers over the bedspread, the one they shared for only a year, after Massie spilled her latte on the other one. She fell back onto that bedspread and stared at the ceiling. The ceiling she would stare at every night when she couldn't sleep, but James' unconscious body rose and fell with his own steady breaths, lost in his dreams.
Massie closed her eyes, fully prepared to fall asleep, but the answering machine beat her to it.
"ONE NEW UNREAD MESSAGE."
Massie sighed. Stupid machine. She already listened to the message. In fact, it ruined her life.
But for some reason, she had to hear it again. Something was telling her to. So she did.
"Hi Massie, it's Derrick Harrington, from Westchester. I really need to talk to you. It's important. It would be better if we talked in person. Tell me when where and we'll meet up. Can't wait to see you again."
Exactly what it was last time. But then, of the beep that usually followed the message, Derrick continued talking.
"By the way, before you think I'm being weird, I thought you should know that Claire is sick. More sick than we thought. She only has a little while. I'll tell you more about it when we meet up. Dylan and Alicia will be there, too. Kristen already knows. Okay. Bye."
Massie gasped. James had stopped the message before Derrick could finished. Well, this was a bittersweet feeling. She was glad she could have James back, but that would have to wait. If he really loved her, he would have to wait. Her friend was dying.
She grabbed her coat and ran out the door.
"TAXI!" A yellow car pulled up in front of her. She hopped in and wiped a tear from her eye. "Take me to the airport. I'm going home."
OH MY GOODNESS. With the beginning A/N, the story is 666 words long. No, Satan. No!
Anyway, I like you. And I like reviews. Bye.