Call Me Back
~Sory~
Rory fell back on his bed, smiling sleepily. He did miss America sometimes, and his friends from McKinley, but all of it had nothing on Ireland. He'd been back for two months and still hadn't tired of the familiar accents, the friendly people, and the futbol, and the pubs...
Needless to say, Rory was happy as clam here in Ireland. Rubbing his face, he pulled out his phone, smoothing the shamrock sticker on the back, and pausing briefly to admire his screensaver of him, Sam Evans, Finn, and Brittany and Santana.
One missed voice mail, read the screen. Rory frowned, wondering who would call him. Anyone here would simply stop by his house, as most people did when they wanted to talk to someone, which meant it was someone from America.
Curiously, Rory dialed voice mail, listening intently for the message.
You have one unheard voice mail;
Hi Rory. Um, it's Sam. Sam Evans. You know, from McKinley.
Wait, you remember me, right?
Shit, that's a stupid question. It's not like you knew too many people in America.
Um. I just wanted to call you to tell you that I- Well, I really miss you. I don't know why, it doesn't really make sense.
Oh damn, I don't mean to be rude or anything. I just meant... Well, I guess that's the problem. I don't know what I meant.
Do you have a girlfriend? Oh, you don't have to answer that...
Yeah, don't answer that. I don't know if I could deal with that.
Oh hell. I didn't mean to let that slip...
Well, I guess the act is over.
See, Rory, I think I do know why I miss you so much.
I'm... I'm a little hung up on you. I know, I know, you're straight, and I thought I was straight, but... I miss you. I actually haven't dated anyone since Quinn.
Remember Valentine's Day? I screwed up as sponsor and didn't get you a date?
...That wasn't an accident.
Oh shit, I think the voice mail is running out of space...
Well...
This is such an awkward message.
Anyways...
Call me back.