Jul 26, 2005 02:17
I've been staring at the phone for a good ten minutes, hoping that it'll decide to dial itself, thus absolving me from all responsibility. It seems, unfortunately, that the inanimate object is not inclined to make my life easier. Figures, really.
I know that I have to make this call. Willow and I have been letting far too many things go unsaid recently, and my moving back in without clearing the air with her would not be doing either of us any favors. I don't even know how to say what I mean without completely breaking her heart, but maybe that's safer than letting her assume.
But honestly. "Hi, Willow, it's your ex-girlfriend whom you're clearly still in love with and for whom the feeling is mutual. Just wanted you to know that I'll be living down the hall from you but I'm still totally off-limits. Well, you know, temptation builds character." Crap. This is never going to work.
Sighing heavily, I pick up the phone, still totally unclear on what I'm going to say. I guess I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it.
Dial tone. Speed dial #1. Ringing. And then a voice on the other end.
((Open to whomever wants to answer the phone, especially Willow, whenever there's a break in the Fred conversation.))