Hey, guys(: So. this really isn't finished yet - this chapter at least. But I feel I've been procrastinating enough; so I wanted to post what I have. I won't add on to this one, and I'll just put the next part in chapter four instead. So THIS IS SHORT! Incredibly short. I'm sorry. I'll have longer ones coming up soon. :]
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seriously - I just got a great burst of ideas in the morning (12:00AM - 1:00AM)... so I started writing this new story. It'll probably be a short story, though. It's too long for a one shot - but I don't think long enough for a ... 20 chapter story, you know? It'll be called "Remembering Sunday" after the All Time Low song - for those of you who have heard that xD I'll post that right after this.
Read. love. review.
-Ness
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October 5, 2008 - Saturday
"I'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is out of order. Please hang up and try your call again." The operator sung at me in a taunting voice.
"Of course" I whispered in the most frustrated tone.
I threw the phone towards the door. Just my luck.
Next, I had no choice but to fling myself back onto the couch and mope. There was nothing I could do.
Suddenly, the phone rang. I jumped in my seat hoping for God to give me a miracle. In a blink of an eye, I leaped to the door to grab the phone. Out of breath, I answered the ringing nightmare.
"Hello?" I breathed in; more self-conscious.
"I was just making sure you were off of the phone, Lils." Hayley replied through the other end.
Great. Just great.
"HAYLEY!" I yelled and hung the phone up once more.
Anything and everything ran through my head as I got off the phone with Hayley - hoping it to be my last shred of hope turning out to be nothing.
But only one thing could occur to me.
'What was I going to do now? No phone number ; no Joe ; no telling him anything.' I sighed in the most utterly fed up way possible. I had to give up.
Suddenly, an outburst of the memory of my cell phone came into my head. Nicholas. Kevin.
Their phone numbers.
Once again, I paced over to my phone.
How could this not work?
I clicked Nick's speed-dial number - number 3 to be exact - and hoped for the best.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Ringing.
It never ended.
I tried Kevin next. Nick could, possibly - somehow, be somewhere without his phone. Maybe. Kevin's always on the phone, right? He was bound to be there. It was fate.
Ringing.
Ringing.
"Hey, this is Kevin -"
"KEVIN! Oh, great. You're there! I need to talk to-"
"I'm most likely not here right now. Leave a message after that beep and I'll call you when I get the chance."
I didn't leave a message. He wasn't there. No one was.
Yes, the obvious thought of calling them again later - because they may have been on stage - popped into my brain, too. But I officially gave up. They wouldn't call back. They wouldn't notice I'd called and they wouldn't care, either.
And, the funny thing is, it rained all day.
October 6, 2008 - Sunday
No, sir – well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore
It's your turn to take a seat ; we're settling the final score
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Whoa ….
My eyes peeled open to the sound of my ringtone. Instead of grabbing it off of the table in a second, I groggily reached my hand over and looked at the caller I.D. Then my body froze.
My boyfriend.
Not Joseph.
My boyfriend before I found out I was… you know.
Oh – just perfect.