Lost Love Chapter 4: Not On the Phone, an o.c. fanfic

Part Four:

Marissa:

I answered my phone half way through the ring tone. I knew it was her.

"Hello?" I was quite nervous as I answered the call.

"Hi… it is Alex…" I could tell she was nervous as well, her voice was very shaky.

Silence, it was deafening… Neither one of us knew what to say, even though there was so much we could. Finally…I broke the silence.

"So…how have you been?" I wasn't sure what else to say, I just wanted to end the silence that had lingered between us.

"Umm, I have been okay. Somewhat preoccupied lately… how have you been?" She replied stoically. I could hear no real emotion in her voice, well except for the little bit of shakiness that still overcame her.

"Pretty much the same…" I paused to think for a moment, "I went to see Jodie, to ask about you…"

"I know, I talked with her… she mentioned it when I brought you up…" She started to sound sad, suddenly showing some emotion. I knew this tone all too well, it was the last tone she spoke to me in, right before she walked away.

"I really want to talk to you, I do, but…" I slowed down.

"You don't want to do this over the phone… I don't want to either. I have too much to say, over the phone…"

"I can be in Boston by tomorrow night…" I added unexpectedly, I shocked even myself.

"Really, wait, what? Are you serious?" She was surprised by my offer.

"Completely…" My tone was so desperate, but truthful all at the same time. I needed her so badly it has begun to hurt.

I was pulled away from dreaming by my alarm clock. It was 9:10, in twenty minutes my mother expects me to be ready for Cardio Barre. The dream I was having felt so real, but the problem was, it wasn't. I stayed in bed, refusing to go to Cardio Barre with my mother.

I thought that if I stayed in bed my dream would eventually come true and she would call.

"Darling, we are leaving in five minutes for Cardio Barre…" My mother yelled from the foyer.

"I'm not going. I don't feel so good today. Maybe another time…"

My mother didn't bother arguing with me. She knew it would get her no where. My mother must have left because it is fifteen minutes later and I'm still in my comfy, but empty and cold bed.

I knew that this year's Thanksgiving break would be somewhat exciting, but I didn't count on playing phone tag with her. It was quite fun though, I've never been one for much of a chase, but it is slightly exhilarating.

I sat in bed watching TV. There is nothing on at this time of day. Well, Regis and Kelly is on, but that show never has anyone exciting on. I flipped though and up settling on MTV2. She always said they have good music videos early in the morning. This morning they had a Spotlight on some new band from England, The Subways. They seemed like a band that might play at the Bait Shop or band she would really like.

I was getting hungry so I went to the kitchen for a bagel, I hadn't eaten much over the past few days. My last attempt to eat was last night at the Crab Shack. I accomplished nothing there, I forced the bagel to go down, but at least I had some food in me. I couldn't keep not eating when I got into my deep depressions over her, it really doesn't help.

I headed back upstairs to my room. I took my time going up the stairs. I had nothing else to do. I was ready to fall back asleep. I was still tired for staying up so long. I climbed back into bed to find my phone vibrating.

"You're kidding me! I miss it again. Ahh, this is going to drive me friggen crazy!" I exclaimed as I opened my phone and pressed talk to listen to my message.

"Hey Marissa, it's… umm… Alex, again. You know how much I love a good game of phone tag." She was being sarcastic about the last comment. "I keep missing you, chances are you are sleeping. Well, just hoping we could chat. Give me a call when you get this. Later…"

The message was simple. She was returning my previous call, which I left last night. I knew I had to call her back right away. So I did. It started ringing…

Alex:

It continued to ring. She wasn't answering her phone. I started to worry and get nervous. Am I pressuring her? Did she change her mind? Maybe I should back off a bit, I did just call her last night, it wasn't that long ago. She probably just missed my call… well I hope that was it. Oh god, I am put too much pressure on her. Should I leave a message, yes, no…well, oh god… voicemail. I'm going to leave a message…

It was simple, but yet it still let her know that I wanted to talk to her. I really want to talk to her, like sort of a lot. Like a real lot. Like too much, I just want to know if I am fighting for a lost cause or is something going to happen. Are things going to get better after I finally talk to her?

I got back up and walked to my bed again. I am exhausted. I am keeping this phone next to me though for the rest of my life. Forever and ever, until she calls back. It could be a year, and I would still have this damn phone glued to my hand waiting for her to respond. I climbed and bed and laid down, my eyes kept closing and I had to fight to keep them open.

I stared at my phone for five whole minutes, thinking… I thought about all the good times the two of us shared.

When we went to LA to steal my heart back from my ex. That night holds a lot of good memories, I thought for the first time that something may come of our friendship. And if the glances we exchanged when I put the necklace on her weren't enough, then oh god, you would be blind not to notice the attraction. I could feel it…

I think about the time where she took off her shirt in front of me and covered herself up with the skimpy material. She asked if she could borrow some clothes, I almost ran up to her and kissed her then.

I remember our first kiss, as we sat on the sand. When the tide turned, and the two of us were unbelievable nervous. I was shivering and so was she, but when our eyes met, followed by our lips, I wasn't thinking about anything else.

Then, there was that time when my other ex came over. That was interesting, she had just come over after telling her mom about us, and I was getting my other ex some money. She walked out in nothing but a thin robe, my other ex was shocked. We used to joke about his reaction all the time.

I thought about everything, every kiss, every look, every touch, every hug, every word, every night, every day, everything. I continued to lay there is bed, waiting for her to call back. I am so impatient sometimes, but aren't we all.

I put my phone down and looked up at my ceiling. There was nothing else to do, but wait. But how long, an hour, two hours, a day, two days, a week, two weeks? There was no telling.

Just then, my phone started to ring. It was her, it had to be her. I picked up my phone and looked at the caller id. Sure enough, I only had to wait two seconds. I answered it.

"Hey…"

"Hi…I missed your—"

I cut her off before she could finish saying something, "It is okay, I figured you were sleeping or something."

"Oh, I was getting some food, I hadn't really eaten much in the past few days. So I forced a bagel down."

"I know what you mean…"

It was a little awkward. I hoped that as the conversation went on we spoke a little more.

"So… you called…"

"Yes, yes I did… I had been thinking about…you and me, and well us…" I paused as I thought for a moment. "I had been thinking about how everything ended up, and well—"

"As much as I want to have this conversation, I don't want to have it over the phone…"

"Oh, yea…I understand completely." Did I, I really just wanted to talk, I could care less where it was.

"I have thought about this conversation, and I really think it would be best if we had it in person."

"Did I mention that I moved to Boston?"

"Yes, yes you did. But, I could come there or you could come here, or we could meet somewhere in between. I think Texas, maybe…" Her last comment was intended to be a joke. I didn't laugh. "Too soon to joke?"

"Yea…just a little… Umm, well it is hard for me. I have a job that I can't really leave and stuff like that…"

"I can be in Boston tomorrow…" She unexpectedly said. I think she even surprised herself when she said it.

"Sure, wait. What? Are you serious? How?" I was shocked…

"I can take a plane from here to Boston and we could get together, for however long you want to talk to however long it takes us to talk…" She paused again. "I just really want to talk to you, about some things, well everything I guess."

"Yea, same here… Wait, are you sure you can come, what about school?"

"Thanksgiving break, my mother won't miss me."

"Okay…well, sure. You can come, and stay as long as you want or need to." I was somewhat shocked by how much everything had turned around in the last few minutes. SHE was coming here, to see ME, and talk to ME, about US.

"Okay, then. I'll get a ticket and call you tomorrow when I am at the airport. Do you think you can wait to talk until then. I really want to talk to you now…"

"But, things will be said, that you want to be said in person. I feel the same way. It would be best if we waited until tomorrow and talked then…"

"Wait, I have one question…"

"Yes…what is it, anything?"

"Are you seeing someone else right now?" She asked blatantly.