Argh! It's so frustrating not being able o hold myself from writing! I'm already 20 CHAPTERS into the story and my hand hurts.
5. Missing You
I've been here in London for almost a month already. I'm surprised I haven't gone crazy yet.
On a random day, I dialed Jake's number.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked when he picked up.
"Pretty okay," I replied. "You?"
"Missing you like crazy."
"Ditto."
"So when will the album be released? Can't wait to hear it," he said.
"In about two weeks."
"Great, I'll be watching out for you."
"How? It won't be released internationally," I said. "At least not yet."
"I've been watching BBC and Bloomberg for like, over a month and I can't get the accent out of my head," he said in a British accent.
"Then you should have seen the announcement of the release date," I said after laughing.
"I probably missed it," he replied. "I watched a ball game a few nights go."
"Aha."
There was a moment's silence
"Hey, I have bad news," I said.
"What? He sounded alarmed.
"I haven't finished your song yet."
"Oh. That's okay. You're not hurt or anything, are you?"
"Course not," I scoffed. "I just . . . miss you . . . a lot . . . and when I say a lot I mean really a lot."
"Okay, I get the picture," he replied with a laugh. "I think I miss you more than you miss me."
"I'm not playing this game, Jacob," I said. "How's school?"
"Great. Still not the same without you, though."
Another moment's silence.
"Hey, I gotta go," I said. Well, not really. It was just that I was going to start crying again.
"My little star's that busy already?" he asked.
"'Fraid so."
"Miss you, babe."
"I Miss you too." I gave him a flying kiss through the phone.
"Love you hon," I added.
"Love you too," he replied. "Okay, let's hang up now or this will never end."
"Okay," I said with a laugh.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I pressed the end button and closed the phone.
I let the tears pour over.
The door creaked open.
"Hey," Caleb greeted. Then he looked at my face. "Hey, what happened?"
"I just . . . miss him, that's all."
"Who, your dad?"
I managed a bitter laugh. He doesn't know about Jacob. Duh-uh.
"Not exactly," I replied. "I forgot I haven't told you about Jacob."
"Who's Jacob?"
"Well, he's my best friend," I began. "He's been around since I was born, literally. When I was about two, we moved here. Then, after another two years we moved to Alaska then when I turned six, we moved back to Forks, in Washington, where we originally live."
"Wow, you move around a lot."
Uh-oh. Damage control.
"My parents like a change of scenery every once in a while. Well, the reason why we moved back to Forks was because my grandfather died."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Mom didn't want to leave after that so Jacob and I were friends again." I have to begin improvising if I don't want him to ask too many questions. "We were best friends all the way, but when we started high school, we began seeing different people. We lessened our bonding time, then when we were in our junior year, I found out he was seeing someone else.
"Something didn't feel right to me, so I talked to him. When I did, though, he's like an entirely different person. When he'd found out he'd made me cry, he tried to approach me and said sorry. Since he was my best friend, I decided to give him another chance.
"That's when I realized that I was falling for him.
"Then, something happened again, so he tried to avoid me. When he couldn't take it anymore, he apologized again. I tried to resist being a martyr, but I just can't. He's broken my heart into many little pieces, but still, I love him. So I gave him another chance and I'm glad I did. We've been together ever since."
"So that's what you meant in the dedication," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"I . . . er . . . borrowed your album from Dad and saw the dedication," he explained. "I found it quite entertaining actually." He laughed.
"Shut up," I said, slapping his arm playfully, laughing along with him.
When it became too awkward, we stopped. An uncomfortable silence stretched between us.
"Don't worry," he said.
"Huh?" I asked again.
"I'll be here for as long as you need me," he continued. "Best friends?" he added, offering his hand.
"Best friends."
This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Haha. summer's over in a matter of four days (sad). i'm writing as much as i could before i have to write a research proposal. darn it.