Chapter Four
Everyday after football practice that week, Finn logged onto the chatroom, hoping by chance that his mystery girl would come. Thankfully, that Thursday, Rachel decided she was being too hard on him and logged on. Though hesitant, she opened up a chat room.
ALOSTSTAR: I'm sorry.
QUARTERBACK: No, please. Don't be.
ALOSTSTAR: Alright. How have you been?
QUARTERBACK: Missing you; a lot.
ALOSTSTAR: I've missed you, too.
ALOSTSTAR: When can we meet up again?
QUARTERBACK: I have a question.
ALOSTSTAR: Ask away.
QUARTERBACK: Is this all for sex?
ALOSTSTAR: Well, what do you think?
QUARTERBACK: I think there's definitely something beyond that here.
ALOSTSTAR: I agree. That's why I came back. I'm not ready to give up on this just yet.
QUARTERBACK: Can I call you?
ALOSTSTAR: This isn't just some scam to get my phone number and stalk me, is it?
QUARTERBACK: Damn, Mysterious Girl. You always seem to know what I'm up to. ;)
ALOSTSTAR: Don't make me regret this.
ALOSTSTAR: (419)-785-1400
A few moments later, Rachel heard her phone ring. As she swung her legs over the edge of her bed, Rachel picked up the phone and answered. "Is it safe to assume I'm speaking with Tom Sawyer?" she asked in a cheerful tone.
"This is he," Finn replied, a grin supplanting his otherwise dopey appearance. "It's so nice to finally hear your voice again."
"Couldn't agree more," Rachel told him as she glanced over to the clock, realizing it was already a little after midnight. "Shit, Tom, as much as I'd love to talk for hours, I have to sleep. Big audition tomorrow."
Finn sighed, disappointed, and was quiet for a few moments. "Good luck."
"Thank you; I'll be sure to call you after if I have time."
"Alright. Goodnight, Mysterious Girl," he hung up before Rachel could answer, a bit annoyed as he laid back in his bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling above him. He tried to will his mind to sleep but was failing miserably, his thoughts focused solely on his mysterious girl. Was it okay for her to just leave? He wanted more, obviously, and they hadn't been talking a lot lately so he wasn't exactly sure of her thoughts on the topic. Had they lost what once was? "No," he told himself. "An audition is a logical reason to leave a call, Hudson. Get your head on straight and stop worrying about things that are beyond your control."
Meanwhile, Rachel noticed the call lost and sighed, feeling guilty for leaving so soon. She contemplated calling him back. "No," she told herself. "This is the audition you've been waiting for since the beginning of the year. You're Rachel Berry and nothing gets in the way of your dreams. Nothing." She placed her phone to the side, turned off her lamp, and pulled her pink bedspread over her petite frame before drifting off into a deep sleep.
My apologies for the delay, and again, so sorry for such short chapters. I've been trying to work out how to split these up correctly and this is pretty much as far as I've gotten. I'm so pleasantly surprised to see all of the wonderful reviews this has been getting and I honestly can't thank those of you who took the time to write them enough. It means the world to me that you're enjoying my work. Keep reviewing and reading, please! ;D