Last night my head was full of thoughts. Muse tomorrow, and then on Saturday going to get wasted and things. But for some strange reason, Lily came into my head...
I convinced myself that I would send her an e-mail. Or phone her, because I can just about remember her number.
I sat before the phone, my heart pumping in my ears. I picked up the receiver, deciding to punch in her number as quick as possible, to get it over with.
It rings. And once more. And then... "Hello?" Shit! I know that voice! FUCK!
"Er... um... is... I mean... Is this the Ryan residence?"
"Yes?"
Oh fuck fuck fuck. Why am I so scared? It's just a familiar voice on the other end of a phone line. "I... I'm sorry, shit," I mutter as I slam the phone down, and my breathing gets heavier. Shit. First time we've talked since... since... Damn. Forever.
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One phone call and 90 minutes later, I feel strange. We're so similar. Even so far we've both turned into... pretty much the same type of person, with the same interests. Both John fans. Meep.
I don't know why I had to do. Maybe I shoulod just let things go, but going with the flow won't always get me what I want. But, damn, damn damn fuck knows what I want. But it was relieving, because at least she didn't die and never talked to me again because of that. Yet... what's the excuse?
I convinced myself that I would send her an e-mail. Or phone her, because I can just about remember her number.
I sat before the phone, my heart pumping in my ears. I picked up the receiver, deciding to punch in her number as quick as possible, to get it over with.
It rings. And once more. And then... "Hello?" Shit! I know that voice! FUCK!
"Er... um... is... I mean... Is this the Ryan residence?"
"Yes?"
Oh fuck fuck fuck. Why am I so scared? It's just a familiar voice on the other end of a phone line. "I... I'm sorry, shit," I mutter as I slam the phone down, and my breathing gets heavier. Shit. First time we've talked since... since... Damn. Forever.
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One phone call and 90 minutes later, I feel strange. We're so similar. Even so far we've both turned into... pretty much the same type of person, with the same interests. Both John fans. Meep.
I don't know why I had to do. Maybe I shoulod just let things go, but going with the flow won't always get me what I want. But, damn, damn damn fuck knows what I want. But it was relieving, because at least she didn't die and never talked to me again because of that. Yet... what's the excuse?
