"My phone says I missed a call from you." He says with a deeper voice than I remembered him having.
"I'm sorry,I didn't mean to hit your number," I say sudenly embarrassed, and not sure of what to say. Something I've never felt while talking to Glen.
"I'm glad. It's been forever." He says, and all my nerves drain away. We begin talking about old times and laughing like we're just as close now as we were a couple years ago.
"So, I'm actually going to be in town in a few weeks we should meet up." he says.
"Where are you now?" I ask.
"In an airport in New York, actually. My flight from Australia stoped here to re-fuel." He answers.
"Australia, wow." I say. I guess he did travel the world, and I did earn my degree.
"Yeah, I'm flying in to San Fransisco for a week or two, then I'll be in LA after I see the golden gate bridge, and you know tour the city a bit." he says
"You want to see the Rocky Horor Picture Show live don't you." I laugh.
"I forgot how well you knew me." He says his embarrassment clear in his tone.
"Well, I'm actually living in San Fransisco." I say
"What are you like a sixth year senior at Berkley still." He laughs
"Um, no. I have a job, and sisters who I live with." I say
"I thought you hated sororities." He says sounding surprised.
"No real sisters. My birth mom's first maraige." I say
"Oh man." he says sounding confused.
"Look, I'll introduce you, and I'll even take you to the show myself." I say
"Alright. I'll give you a callin like a day or two once I've slept off the jet lag." He says
"Can't wait." I say before hanging up. Once I've put the phone down, the surrealness washess over me. I'm going to go see Glen again. Holy Crap!
I doze off and wake up to a nock on my door.
"Come in." I call siting up and rubbing my eyes.
"You look horrible." Phoebe says
"I feel fine." I say puzzled. I actually feel so much better than before.
"That's not what I meant." Phoebe says laughing at her own joke. Why is she in such a good mood...
"What do you want?" I ask slightly iritated. I don't enjoy being woken up to be made fun off.
"I have date." she says with a grin.
"That's what you woke me up for?" I ask.
"I wanted to let you know Cole was back, and we're making up for lost time." she says with a grin that totaly grosses me out.
"Just go." I say, "Before I throw up again."
"Gladly," She says shutting the door and giving me a little wave goodbye. I hate being alone in is house. It's so unfamiliar, and big. You'd think I would enjoy the few moments of privacy, but as soon as they're gone all I want is for them to come back.
My phone begins to buzz again, and I pick it up glad to have some one to talk to.
"Flight got delayed?" I ask assuming it's Glen.
"What?" Lindsay asks.
"I thought you were someone else. Sorry," I say regretting not screaning my calls first.
"That's okay, Paige. I actually have some good news for you." Lindsay says.
"Yeah?" I ask excited. Have I finally been made a social worker?
"We've got a little girl for you." She says with a smile.
"Finally!" I say excited. Mr. Cowan has made me a social worker. I'll have to celebrate.
"-and an older boy, plus there's some paper work you have to fill out, and a nineteen year old trying to be emancipated from the foster system." She says. Great.
"Still doesn't kill my promotion buzz." I say. Infact I think I'll go to work and get some of the paper work done tomorow despite the fact that it's going to be Saturday, and I don't work.
"I'll see you Monday, congradulations." she says before hanging up.