2 and ½ weeks

You tell me

Summary: As opposed to 9 and ½ weeks lol! Sandy, Kirsten, Berkeley, fight, break-up, something's wrong.

Disclaimer: I wrote it but I don't own the characters. Yeah, it sucks!

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Hey, amazing I know – I'm finally posting up some more of this. You know, it's been written for ages (parts of it) but it got really complicated because of the title/first line/last line situation I put myself in – I'm stupid I know! But it's here now, sorry this chapter is so short but I just really wanted to post for you all. Enjoy

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You tell me. You tell me.

His call.

What a stupid thing to say.

What did it mean?

What on earth did she mean?

She couldn't tell Sandy anything.

He didn't know what was going on.

Not what she thought.

Not what she was thinking.

Not what she was going to do.

What was he going to do?

He thought maybe if he gave her some time to cool off things would sort themselves out. But she hadn't called him.

She couldn't call him. What was she supposed to say? What could she say? Nothing had changed overnight she still had this cloud hanging over her, this nagging anxiety, this fully blown fear, this uncertainty.
So he called her.

And he kept calling.

Because no one was picking up, or if they were, they weren't talking.

He kept calling her and every time she saw his name on the call display her heart would leap and then plunge. He was so sweet, so perfect and yet she was doing this to him. Acting like this was his fault, shutting him out as though the last six weeks didn't mean anything to her.

Sometimes he got the answer phone, sometimes just the click as the phone was hung up.

He left messages; 'You said to tell you Kirsten and this isn't it.'

'The fight was stupid, out of proportion. I don't even understand how things turned out like this.'

'I didn't want it to be like this but I don't think this is up to me anymore.'

'I've told you; perhaps it's time for you to tell me what you want.'

'Please just let me know Kirsten.'

Once or twice he heard her breathing on the other end of the line.

Those times he wouldn't speak, holding his breath, willing her to stay.

'I never said it was over,' he said one of those times, unable to keep quiet any longer.

'I'm still here but I don't have to be. Just tell me yes or no, is it over?'

She didn't put the phone down that time.

'I…don't…know,' she whispered, her voice cracking. 'Right now…I can't…Sandy…I'm sorry.'

And then she was gone.

She dropped the phone on the floor and put her head between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was the possibly being pregnant or the situation with Sandy that made her feel so sick.

Sandy stood cradling the phone against his ear for a long time, listening to the dial tone. He didn't have any answers. And neither did Kirsten.

Where did that leave them?

Pretty much lost.

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I couldn't resist a little shout out to Carsten's Angels there lol! Aw forgive me Kandy-shippers, leave a review!

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