Hey guys! I'm pretty excited by all the people that either put this story on their favorites or their story alert. But I'd like some more reviews. (: Anyway, this chapter is based on Your Call by Secondhand Serenade
Eli POV
I sat on my partially cleared bed, staring at my phone in my hand. It had been a week since the Vegas Night incident. You know, that one where I almost got stabbed by a neanderthal? That one. And, while I knew Clare was pissed about how Fitz could have killed me because I was just a smidge cocky, I didn't think that she wouldn't call or anything? Because I mean, let's face it, I'm the one that almost died. Shouldn't that count for something at least? I sighed and lay back down on my bed. What I wouldn't give just for a call from her. I was waiting for that call; her saying she's sick or she's angry or that she's just desperate for my voice. But as much as I wanted her to call me, I wasn't really picking up the phone and trying to call her. Because I knew that if I did, the only thing that would come out of my mouth would be I love you. And I knew that we weren't ready for that. I leaned over to change the song on my Ipod, hoping that would help me to stop thinking about her. But, as only my life would have it, the only Dead Hand song that she would sing with me while we sat in my car came on. I was tired of staying at my house, just waiting for her to do something. I mean, the guy is supposed to be the one to step up first, right? Damn, I'm such a pansy. I got up and raced out my door to go to Clare's and apologize for being so stupid. All I wanted to do was see her, and I would.
Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing In the car, do you remember Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat,
Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet