I should know

'Cause I'd spend all the whole day

Listening to your message I'm keeping

And never deleting

A knock startles me out of drawing the rough outline of Drew's jaw. I put my pencil down and call:

"Come in!"

My mother opens the door with one hand, holding a paper plate in the other.

"Your father made breakfast, and he told me to bring you a plate." She says, stepping into my room and handing me the plate.

"Aw, thanks, Mom," I say, setting the plate down and giving her a hug. Mom smiles lopsidedly and nods. In her eyes, I see that she stayed up too late working again, but I don't comment it.

"Oh, and Drew told me to tell you to check your phone. He's been trying to talk to you since 8 this morning." Mom chuckles. I can literally feel my face going pale.

"Is he okay? Is he hurt? Is something wrong…"

"Sweetie, he's fine. Just get your phone and check it!" Mom says, trying to reassure me.

"Okay, okay," I say, taking deep breaths. "Tell Daddy I said thanks for the food." I try to be as nice as I can to dismiss her, without seeming like a brat. Mom laughs, shaking her head.

"Sure thing." Mom turns and exits my room, shutting the door softly behind her. I run to the other side of my room, retrieving my iPhone from the charger. True to Mom's words, there are 35 missed messages from 'DrewBear'. I scoop up my iPhone and scroll through his messages while finding my chair and sitting on it. To my relief, he's not hurt, nor is anyone else, but he was frantically wondering where I was.

I laugh when I see one of his texts:

'Autumn, I swear, if you don't text me back RIGHT THIS INSTANT, I am going to pour gasoline on my hair and set it on fire. TEXT…ME…BACK.'

Still shaking my head, I tap on 'Message' and begin to type.

'Good morning, Drew. Nice to know you've been blowing up my phone with messages for the past two hours. Love you, too.'

As I scroll through the messages he sent me, I can't help but smile like an idiot. I press the home button, and as I wait for his text, I see that he sent me a voicemail.

"Autumn, I know you're there. You're doing this to prank me, aren't you?" Drew's baritone voice greets me, and I try to remember every word. "Well, it's not working, sweetheart. I'm not falling for it. I refuse to fall for it! We have a deal here. I text you when I wake up, you text me back. It's been too long! Hurry up! Wake up! I can see you, Autumn Rae Leighland! I can see you! Seriously, though. Pick up. Pleeease. I love you."

The voicemail ends right there, and I can't help but wish that there was more. I love listening to Drew's voice, even when he's yelling or begging me to call him.

So, I replay his voicemail, just to listen to his voice for a little while, before I call him back.

This voicemail will definitely not be deleted.