1Disclaimer: I still don't own anything but a copy of the movie, so don't sue.
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It's after midnight, and I'm just now picking up the phone. I don't know why I finally decided to do it now, especially this late at night. I know he'll probably be in bed, or maybe he'll be out somewhere. Who knows, maybe a woman will even pick up. I suppose I'm kind of hoping that he'll still be a heavy sleeper, like he was so many years ago. Maybe he won't hear the phone ringing, or he'll just decide to let the machine pick it up anyway, even if he does hear. At first I had thought of sending a letter, but that seemed inappropriate on so many different levels. So here I am, trying not to think of the consequences of my actions so that I don't lose my nerve. I don't know his phone number, but I'm not going to let that stop me. I listen to the music as the operator redirects me to Reefside information. When the woman at information picks up, I cringe at her nasally voice, but I still ask for Tommy Oliver, please. As the phone begins ringing, I silently pray that I'll have the courage to go through with this.
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Sitting up all hours of the night grading papers is definitely not the best way to spend my Friday, I know, but the students need the papers by Monday so they can study for their test, and something will probably come up over the weekend. I'm all set for a quiet night until the phone rings. I consider letting the machine pick it up and pretending to be asleep, but I change my mind. I'll admit the real reason I decide to answer. I'm bored. As a teacher, I suppose I shouldn't be bored grading papers, but I can't help it. It's so...monotonous. So, secretly hoping that this call holds a bit of excitement, though begging the fates to let it not be the Mesagog-type excitement, I pick up the phone. "Hello?" I ask, wondering who this mysterious caller is.
"Tommy?" the voice asks timidly. My heart stops in my chest as I realize who it is.
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I never thought he'd seriously pick up. I knew that it was a possibility, but I hadn't really considered it as one. When he speaks that one word, that 'hello' just like any normal person would, I suddenly find myself at a loss for what to say. Finally, I say the only word that comes to my mind at the moment. "Tommy?" I ask, even though I know who it is. The silence that greets my question makes me realize how very loudly my heart is beating. What will he do? Will he hang up, now that he realizes that it's me? Will he tell me never to call him again? Will it be like last time, tense and unnatural? Why did I do this? What if I just hang up now? No. I can't do that. I've come too far to give up now. I'm gripping the phone too tightly. My fingers are going numb. I'm holding my breath, waiting for whatever he decides to do. Please, Tommy, give me this one chance. Please. I want to be friends again, even if there's nothing else there for us anymore. Please, just let me be your friend again, and let me heal whatever I hurt in that heart of yours.
"Kimberly," the voice says quietly after a long moment. Just the one word, almost whispered. I breathe again. He's not hanging up. Please, whatever powers are out there, give me the courage to do this. I can't back out. I can't give him up without a real explanation. Not again.