Lost Love Chapter 3: The Phone, an o.c. fanfic

Part Three:

Marissa:

I sat there for hours, just watching the water, I knew no one would find me here. I loved coming here to get away from everything. Watching the tide turn has been one of my favorite things since Valentine's Day. It seems so long ago she took my hand and let me into her life. But it was only 9 months ago, nine long months ago. It seems like everyday that goes by marks another year, it seems like it has been years since we sat together on this very beach and watched the tide turn for the first time. I miss that, whenever we came down here together, we'd sit and watch the water. When it was time for the tide to turn she was turn to me and tell me, then she's kiss me, like she had been deprived of it for so long. I felt safe in her arms…

I was getting hungry, I knew I couldn't go home yet, so I made my way over to the Crab Shack to get some chili fries, my favorite! Her favorite too, we'd go there and sit in a booth together and share an order. I miss the times I spent with her. The Crab Shack was empty at 10 PM on a Sunday night. I sat in our regular booth and got a black and white milkshake and an order of our chili fries. When the food came I kind of just stared at the door, expecting her to walk in and join me. After a few minutes I realized it wasn't going to happen. She wasn't going to walk in and sit beside me to share our favorite meal of junk food.

I finally started eating my food, though I wasn't even that hungry. I ate a few fries and asked for the check.

"Is everything okay with the fries?" The waitress asked.

"Oh, everything is fine, I thought I was hungry, but I guess I'm not."

"Oh okay, do you want to take them to go?"

"No, that is okay. Thanks anyway though." I said as I paid for the fries and shake.

"Boy problems?" The waitress asked knowing something was wrong.

"No, the opposite…" I said as I continued to stare at the table.

It took the waitress a second to understand what I was getting at. "Oh, is it that girl who you used to come in here with… It has been months since I've seen her… Oh what is her name, she used to manage the Bait Shop..."

"Please, don't…" I became sadder as she pushed the unwanted subject.

"Oh, sorry. Thank for the tip. I'll see you around."

"Yea… bye…" I said as I got up and left the diner.

I went back home, well I took my time because I didn't enter my room until 10:45. I could hear from down the hall my phone ringing. I hurried my pace to get to the phone. I didn't look at the name and answered it.

Alex:

It rang again, seven times… then the voicemail picked up. "Hey, you've reached Marissa. I'm sorry but I can't come to my phone right now . Leave me a message and I will definitely call you back. Have a good day!" Now or nothing I thought…

"Hey, Marissa… It's… umm… Alex. I was calling to talk… umm… how are you? You probably don't want to take my call I understand, but… umm… lately, I've been thinking about you… a lot… actually…" I paused and then continued, "If you want to chat, give me a call… umm… my new number is 978-555-0932, I moved to Boston back in April actually, so yea…"

I closed the phone before I said anything else. Finally, I called, I really called. Now it was up to her, to call me back. Well… I hope she does… oh gosh, she probably thinks I am so desperate now. Not the plan, not the friggen plan. I cursed myself for leaving such a stupid message. It wasn't actually that stupid, it was pretty simple, I think… well I don't know, she will probably think I'm desperate, which I'm not. Well, I am, but I don't want her to think that I am. It kind of ruins everything. Unless, well, unless… no she wouldn't be, it was too stupid for me to even think about.

I walked the streets a little longer. I wasn't really ready to go back to my place yet and mope. I sat down in Boston Commons to think. I really wasn't sure as to why I was so upset at myself. It was just a message, if she doesn't call back, then it is her fault. I tried, I called, and she didn't. But now I am so god damn nervous as to her calling me back or not. Maybe she was just asleep, she could be tired or something. Or maybe she was out with him. Oh she was definitely out with him…that is why she didn't answer. They have probably been back together since I walked away, I wouldn't doubt it. They are one of those couples who will always be together… even when they aren't. After sitting and thinking I headed back to my place ten blocks away. Normally I wouldn't mine the walk, but I was getting tired.

I got back to my place and was exhausted. I dropped my bag and coat on the counter in the kitchen. I knew she wasn't going to call me back tonight so I fell into my bed. I was ready to sleep in my mind, but my body wasn't. I decided to take a shower to relax. It helped a lot which is really good, because by the time I got out I was exhausted. I went to my room, I put on a pair of gray boy shirts and my pink tee with maroon sleeves. I got to bed and immediately fell asleep. I feel asleep knowing I had tried to call and I couldn't feel like I had to keep calling, well I still felt like that, mainly because we didn't talk. But I tried… I guess that is all that really counts…sometimes…

Marissa:

"Shit. I missed it. Whatever, I suppose if it is important they will leave a message." I said quietly to myself.

I was ready to go to bed, but not before I took a shower for the rest of my life. I always felt really dirty after crying for hours. One of the only things that could cleanse me afterwards was a nice, long, hot shower. I turned the water on and stepped in, I inhaled the steam around me and immediately relaxed a little bit. I went back to my room and looked for something to wear. I found my black CBGB shirt. After I noticed she hadn't included hers in my boxes, I went and bought my own. I wear it when I miss her the most. Like tonight, well that would be every night and every day… but for some reason, right now… it feels like I miss her more than any other time before…

I climbed in bed and felt my phone vibrating somewhere. I got out of bed to see what it was. I had a new voicemail. I didn't recognize the number, but listened to the message anyways. I was trying to think who it could have been, probably some telemarketer or something. They always call around this time…

"Hey, Marissa… It's… umm… Alex." My mouth dropped as well as the phone. I was shocked, she called… after all this time, and she actually called. Oh my gosh, it was her who's call I missed. Oh my gosh, of course, the only time I miss a call, it is hers. NO!

I picked my phone back up and restarted the message seeing as I missed most of it since I was my usual self and dropped my phone. Such great timing for that isn't it?

I can't believe it, I really can't. Please I am dreaming, or something. None of this is real, she did not just call. I did not get a message from her. She certainty did not say that she has been thinking about me, a lot. Okay, I am definitely dreaming here, none of this is real, it can't be. Can it?

I listened to the message again. "Hey, Marissa… It's… umm… Alex. I was calling to talk… umm… how are you? You probably don't want to take my call I understand, but… umm… lately, I've been thinking about you… a lot… actually…" I paused and then continued, "If you want to chat, give me a call… umm… my new number is 978-555-0932, I moved to Boston back in April actually, so yea…"

Okay, so maybe it is real… I put my phone down to think. Should I call her back. Yes, I should… she is probably waiting by her phone, god knows I would be if I called and left a message. Okay, I'm calling her back… right now, right this second.

I picked my phone back up and held down the number one, she was number one on my speed dial.

It rang once, it rang twice, and it rang three times. Okay, if she was waiting by her phone, she would have answered by now, I thought to myself. It rang again, and again, and… the voicemail picked up… Should I leave a message, well she did, so I guess I could…

"Hey, its Alex. I obviously am busy so leave a message. I'll call when I have time."

"Hey… its umm… Marissa. I just got your message. I missed you call, I picked it up and it had already gone to voicemail. Umm… how are you? You are probably asleep by now, it is late is Boston… Umm… well call me back, if you can… you obviously know my number… Bye… oh and, I've been thinking about you lately, a lot…"

I closed my phone. I had to get the message over with. I thought I was going to explode and tell her everything. Not on a message I couldn't do that. Not even on the phone, I could only tell her in person… I sat there next to my phone for the night, waiting…

Alex:

I got a good amount of sleep that night. For some reason, I sort of felt accomplished…I guess just for calling her. I was still in bed long after I woke up. I turned on the TV and watched MTV2, they always have all the new and good music in the morning. After watching for about ten minutes The Subways video came on for that song I like. It was a really cool video, it makes me like the band even more…

When I got out of bed I walked to my refrigerator and grabbed a beer. I hadn't had one in a few days and I was in desperate need of getting rid of the feeling I was having. I usually never drink to feel better, but this was one of the few times that I felt it was the only thing that might help. I took my first sip and it did nothing for me. I was surprised, it felt like it was forced down. I put the beer back in the frig and went to look for my phone.

When I found it I was surprised when it said 'One New Message.' Was it her? Who else would it have been? Well, it could have been anyone. I looked to see who had called…

Yep, it was her. It was really HER! It put a huge smile on my face. I took my phone to the couch and sat down. I went to my messages to listen.

Wow, it was really her. She called me back, and she has been thinking about me. This day couldn't get any better, well it could, if by some chance of pure luck, she knocked on my door right now. But the chances of that happening were slim.

I listened to the message again. "Hey… its umm… Marissa. I just got your message. I missed you call, I picked it up and it had already gone to voicemail. Umm… how are you? You are probably asleep by now, it is late is Boston… Umm… well call me back, if you can… you obviously know my number… Bye… oh and, I've been thinking about you lately, a lot…"

Wow, really, really, wow. I still couldn't believe it. Maybe things could work out…for the best that is… I never know… wow. I still can't believe it right now. I am just so…I don't think there is a work that could really describe exactly how I am feeling at this moment. Just a lot of wow.

Should I call her back. No, yes…well I should, she did call me back… but no, she is probably sleeping and – oh what the hell.

I held one down to call her. It started ringing and the butterflies in my stomach were the most active they have been in a long time. It rang one time, it rang a second time, it rang a third time…