Yargh. I wrote this because I'm a cheesy, hopeless romantic. Gooo, Naitlyn!
The day I own Camp Rock, is the day I become a flying superhero that can crush boulders in one punch.
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Oh, phone calls
How I hate phone calls
My breath catches in my throat
I can do this
I can
My trembling fingers reach for the phone on the counter
And I dial the familiar number
A soft ring sounds from the gadget
Ring, ring
Ring, ring
It's like the ticking of doom
After about 5
Ring, rings
A soft voice answers
"Hello? Caitlyn?"
I try to choke out the words
but instead a horrible coughing sound comes out
"Caitlyn? Are you ok?"
"Yes" I answer quietly
"Ok. Why'd you call?"
I suck in a breath, and I hear him cough in the background
"I was wondering..."
I trail on, twirling the cord aroung my finger
He hums softly on the other line
I recognize the tune, and smile
"I was wondering what you were doing tonight"
I sigh, wincing
Here comes rejection
Oh-so-sweet rejection
"Oh. Nothing."
I gasp, grinning
I feel like a giddy schoolgirl
"Oh! Well... I was wondering... "
I trail off again, and I hear him laugh softly
"What's up?"
I smile to myself
I loved the smooth, velvety sound of his perfect voice
"Want to see a movie?"
I grit my teeth, clenching the phone tightly in my fist
I can't wait for the answer
But I know when it comes I'll regret this entire fiasco
"Sure. I'll pick you up at 7, 'kay?"
I am speechless
Did he just say yes?
Did he not reject me?
Holy cow, this boy is crazy
"Cait? Caitlyn, you still there?"
I take another breath
"Yeah. Yeah. Ok. 7. See you tonight."
I can practically see him smile as he murmurs
"See ya"
and hangs up the phone
As soon as I hear the long beep
I slam the phone on the counter
and dance around like a crazy maniac
Oh, phone calls
How I love phone calls