I wrote this a few weeks ago and forgot about it until someone requested an Annabelle/Sam story. It's short but it should tie you over until I can write a decent chapter for it. This happens right after chapter one and before chapter two.
--Except For Tuesdays--
I stared glumly at my bedroom door after her Dean returned to the living room
I stared glumly at my bedroom door after her Dean returned to the living room. Our lunch date had been a pleasant distraction from my troubling thoughts but now, I was alone again and my mood was returning to its downward spiral.
At the pizza parlor, we'd laughed and joked, avoiding any heavy topics. Sam hadn't even been brought up but I had almost felt his presence there, a painful reminder of things better left forgotten. It wasn't the fact that Sam had gone to college. It was the forgotten birthdays and nonexistent phone calls. The fight Sam had had with dad before leaving, when so many hurtful words had been spoken.
I stared at the phone by my bed. Perhaps, I would call him now. Picking it up, I brushed my fingers against the buttons, considering it. How exactly would that go?
Hi, Sam.
Bell? Is that you?
The one and only, unless, of course, you're referring to some other Bell.
Cute. Why are you calling?
I thought you'd be happy.
I am! It's just…does Dad know you're calling?
Does it matter?
Bell…
Do you miss me?
Loads.
Think of me?
Every day. Oh, except for Tuesdays.
Shut up!
Heh, I think of you every day, kiddo.
My birthday is next week, you know. Why don't you come and visit? There'll be cake.
You know I can't.
But –
Listen, I gotta jet. Will you be okay?
Yeah. Love ya, Sam.
Right back at ya, kiddo.
Sighing, I put the phone back in its cradle. Somehow, anticipating the disappointment made it worse. The phone call could wait.
