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So...Nash just called me. His number was the mysterious number that I had a missed call from the other night. I haven't seen or spoken to him in probably six months to a year.
Hello?
Hey.
Who's this?
Eric.
What the fuck do you want?
Just wanted to...uh...see how you were doing...
I see. Well I'm just fine.
Should I not have called you?
No, you fucking shouldn't have.
Click.
Deanna took one look at me and knew it was Nash. She really amazes me. She saw how bummed I was, but I was really just stunned and curious. I hate to admit it, but for a brief flash of a second I was concerned about how he was doing and what he's been up to. I half-wish he would put in more effort to show he really gives a shit about how I'm doing, maybe actually try calling me back. But then the rational side of me says, "Good job Frances, you really showed him. He'll be too scared to call back for sure. He knows not to fuck with you when you're pissed off." Thinking about Nash just makes me sad. Our friendship was so rocky and tragic and extremely abnormal, but that's also what made it so awesome at times. Don't get me wrong, I fully realize that I would've kept myself from making some horrible decisions if it hadn't been for Nash. But on the other hand, he knew me better than anybody and he's one of the few people that I could be myself around and not have to worry about being judged.
Well, his voice was sure as hell the last I ever expected to hear today.
Hello?
Hey.
Who's this?
Eric.
What the fuck do you want?
Just wanted to...uh...see how you were doing...
I see. Well I'm just fine.
Should I not have called you?
No, you fucking shouldn't have.
Click.
Deanna took one look at me and knew it was Nash. She really amazes me. She saw how bummed I was, but I was really just stunned and curious. I hate to admit it, but for a brief flash of a second I was concerned about how he was doing and what he's been up to. I half-wish he would put in more effort to show he really gives a shit about how I'm doing, maybe actually try calling me back. But then the rational side of me says, "Good job Frances, you really showed him. He'll be too scared to call back for sure. He knows not to fuck with you when you're pissed off." Thinking about Nash just makes me sad. Our friendship was so rocky and tragic and extremely abnormal, but that's also what made it so awesome at times. Don't get me wrong, I fully realize that I would've kept myself from making some horrible decisions if it hadn't been for Nash. But on the other hand, he knew me better than anybody and he's one of the few people that I could be myself around and not have to worry about being judged.
Well, his voice was sure as hell the last I ever expected to hear today.