A/N: This little ficlet told in two tenses-through snippet's of Abby's diary and the present. I will apologize about Abby's OOC-ness, but if that kind of thing bugs you, then please, don't read on.

Other than that-enjoy :)

Call Waiting
by
BlackedEyePea

Dear Diary-
It wasn't as if Hoagie and I fell apart. . .it was just that I was the one breaking away. And he saw that

Abigail Lincoln laid spread eagle on her bed, her unfocused gaze resting on the ceiling, her mind set, locked, winding on the one she used to love.

It's not like I'd suddenly stopped being in love with him or refused to love him anymore; it's more like he's refusing to be in love with me

He hasn't called, she thought vaguely. He used to call every ten minutes, but today-nothing. Nothing.

He can't stand to be around me, acting like I broke his heart. I try to pretend like I'm not noticing him not noticing me, but I do. Everyday.

Sighing, Abby reached for one of her dark blue throw pillows and hugged it to her chest. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. C'mon, baby. . .call.

Dear Diary-
Today, I saw him with her, talking at her locker. What the hell was my boyfriend doing at that girl's locker?

She opened her eyes at the sound of her Pink Panther ring tone. She sat up, still holding her pillow, and took her phone from her night stand, all with cool caution. She looked down at the glowing screen and slowly red the name.

Dear Diary-
I think Hoagie's in love. With her.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Abby?"

"Yeah. . ." Abby fell back against her bed and resumed to staring at the ceiling. She heard the clearing of phlegm on the other line.

"You okay, Abby? You sound. . .sad."

"I'm fine," she retorted sharply. Then added in a softer tone, "Your imagining things."

Dear Diary-
I may have to stop writing for awhile. Hoagie and I are fighting.

"Have you talked to Hoagie lately?"

Short pause. "No."

Abby rolled her eyes. "Liar."

Dear Diary-
We're still fighting.

"Have you two made up yet?"

It was not Abby's turn to pause. "I don't think so," she answered quietly.

He called me a cold-hearted, angry bitch. I told him he was a weak ass, trifling slut, because he's been cheating. I wonder if love's supposed to hurt this bad.

"Are you. . .crying right now?"

She wiped a rogue tear from her cheek and said, "No."

There was a soft sigh from the other end and then, "You know I'm right here if you want to-"

"I told you I was fine," Abby cut him off as more tears fell.

And then he swore to me that she is nothing more than a friend, and what they did was nothing at all.
But I know that lie.

Another sigh. "Fine. I just called just to. . ."

"Just to what?" Abby was now struggling with her tears.

"Just to. . .tell you that, um. . I. . ."

We're trying to work it out, but it ain't working. He's still seeing her, and I'm still waiting for him to call.

There was a sudden sharp, loud beep that signaled call waiting. Knowing who it was, Abby closed her eyes and lit it beep.

"You still there?"

"Yeah. I am."

"What were you saying just now?"

Another pause.

"Hello?"

"I love you."

Dear Diary-
Life's damn funny, I guess.

"Yeah, Nigel, I know." A pause and a smile. "I know."