Part Two:
Marissa:
I laid in bed almost all morning the day after my trip to LA. The only time I got out of bed was to find my iPod. I put it on the dock and put on my "Her" play list. It is all the songs that remind me of her. I took my phone out and decided I'd try to call her. Just then the song came on, the one that reminds me of her more than anything else, "Reason Why," by Rachael Yamagata. That was the night that we both realized our friendship may be a little more than just friends.
A tear ran down my cheek and I wiped it away slowly with my thumb. I put my phone back on my nightstand next to my bed and laid down. I wasn't quite ready to call her yet. Around one that day my phone rang. I was nervous, was it her, no…why would it be her…it isn't her, well it could be her, but… I finally picked up my phone and noticed it was my best friend calling. My best friend wanted to meet up for lunch at the Crab Shack. I turned down lunch to mope a bit more.
The music only reminded me of her more. All the lyrics called out to me and reminded me more and more of her, and out relationship. I shut the music off because I couldn't sit around and cry about her forever. I told myself I would find her and I will, today, I need to call her.
I finally took my phone and sat down on the bed, ready to call. I stared at it before I clicked on my phone book, she is the first entry person in my phonebook. I stared at it a little bit longer.
Alex:
The day after talking to my ex came so soon. I woke up around noon after actually sleeping last night. I had to actually go to work today. I work at a place very similar to the Bait Shop. This new place is called the Fisher's Wharf. It is much Boston's equivalent to the Bait Shop.
I showered and got dressed. I hadn't done laundry in close to two weeks so I had no clean clothes. I was going through the back of my closet and came across the shirt, her shirt, the black CBGB shirt that I gave her. She loved wearing this shirt. When I was packing her belongings I came across and held on to it for an entire night. I wanted to keep something that reminded me of her, it is sappy, I know.
I put the form fitting black shirt on and a pair of old jeans and left for work. It was a beautiful cool November day in Boston. The trees were bare and the leaves had all fallen, the trees hanging over the Charles looked gorgeous with the sun glimmering over the river. I can't believe it, but the year is almost over, I'm actually pretty happy about that. A new year means change, and I hope for some good change, maybe to hear from her… I walked along Quincy Market and as it being a Saturday all the shops were busy.
I enjoyed my walk to work, it was so relaxing. I got to think about everything that is going on. Today I was thinking about her, like every other day. What did she go to my ex about… what did she ask my ex. All the same questions I thought about last night.
Before I knew it I was at work and was immediately thrust back into the real life, which I had been avoided for the past two days. I had to start getting ready for tonight's act, The Subways, a new band from England. From what I've heard they are amazing.
After I got settled at my desk in my small office adorned with band posters. I continued to think about her. Should I seriously give her a call or am I going to just think about it for the next fifty years. I took my cell phone and stared at it in my hand, the last call I made was my ex, I could give my ex a call again, see if my ex will tell me anything more.
Just then on of my employees came in to ask me a question. "Hey, the sound crew for tonight is here. They need you to sign some stuff so could you come out to the floor?'
I remained seated staring at my phone and didn't respond.
"Now!" The employee added impatiently.
I got up and went to sign the papers. I knew I was in for a long day of more stuff that reminds me of her. I sat back down at my desk, still no calls. Who am I kidding, why would she call after all this time.
I finally thought that she really probably wasn't going to call, ever. I had been kidding myself after all this time. She really had no reason to call me, unless she wanted to get back together or I had something of hers. The latter of the two seemed the most likely of all.
I sat at my desk for the next two hours accomplishing nothing. Not one page of paperwork was read or signed. No bands called to book or confirm, nothing. I really need to start to do something about all of this. I NEED to call her. Tonight after work, it will be earlier back home, Yep, tonight I will finally call, no matter what.
Marissa:
I continued to stare at her name in my phonebook. Yet still did nothing to solve the problem. I could have easily pressed the button and call her, but I hadn't yet.
My mom came in to see if I was still alive. I had no interest in telling her the truth so I said I was great. I knew she saw right though it. She may be greedy, but my mother is not stupid. She smiled slyly and walked out of my room, she knew I wasn't going to tell her anymore. When she left I picked my phone back up and continued to stare at her name, four letters, four beautiful letters. Four of my favorite letter, while they are in that form at least. It is ironic that she is first on my phonebook, she is first in my life in so many ways. She is the first I think about when I wake up, the first one I truly cared about…
But what am I still doing looking at her name and not doing anything. She hasn't called either though, so it isn't entirely my fault. She was the one to walk away. I am completely kidding myself that she will actually call. For eight months I have though she might call, but has she? No. She has no reason now. Well, better late than never I suppose, but I shouldn't wait by the phone for the rest of my life. I should just call her instead… I never know, maybe I'll get up the courage to tell her I REALLY fell. But she has gotten over me. No I'm going to call her. Tomorrow, I'm actually going to call her. Yep, tomorrow, when I know for sure I'm ready.
While I waited for tomorrow to come I got started on my homework, the only thing I had to do. How pathetic, the only thing I have to do is homework…
I went downstairs and saw my mom making dinner for my step father.
"Hello sweetie, are you going to join us for dinner?"
"No." I said blatantly. "I came down and go for a drive. I need to go out for a little bit."
"Sweetie, it is a Sunday night, you have school tomorrow."
"Please mom, you don't care. I'll be back later." I turned around and left. I got in my red getaway car and drive to the beach. I parked and got out and walked out to the sand and my favorite guard stand. Unlike most times, I didn't have anything with me, not even my "magic" flask.
Alex:
The show tonight was amazing, the band was spectacular. They have this one song, "Rock 'N Roll Queen," it is genius. I was at work until about one in the morning because I had to do some paperwork, though I didn't do nearly as much as I needed to. I thought about her some more and how I was finally going to call her tonight. I wasn't afraid anymore, I was ready to call her. The city was quiet at this time, various lights were on here and there, but nothing like this afternoon as I was on my way to work. The streets were empty and people were scarce.
I walked along Commonwealth Ave, and looked into the windows of the Brownstones. I always have liked to see what kind of people leave lights on in the middle of the night. I suppose it is to make the illusion people are awake, but you can't see anyone, so there goes that illusion. Bostonians are funny like that, scared, unlike New Yorkers who don't care if someone tries to look in their window at one in the morning, everyone is still awake anyways.
As I walked I took out my phone and looked at it. I was ready to call her, it was only ten back in Newport, she should definitely still be awake. She always has her phone with her, so I know for a fact she will answer. Unless she doesn't want to talk to me. Why do I keep thinking about this, she went to see my ex for a reason and it wasn't just to see my ex, she hates my ex. She went to see about me, to find out about me. Okay, I am calling.
I stopped walking and finally held down the number one. She is on speed-dial as number one. Surprise, surprise. I put the phone to my ear and listened. It rang once, it rang twice, it rang three times, it rang four times, no answer… what is the matter, oh am I going to leave a message. I suppose I could…, it rang five times, it rang six times…