Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - July 31, 2006
Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
July 31, 2006
“Felicity!”
She didn't answer. Letting his head fall forward to rest against the arm he had braced against her doorjamb, Oliver knocked again. Okay, so he practically pounded down her door. And he called her name over and over again... like a chant. Like a prayer.
“Felicity! FELICITY! Fe-lic-it-y!”
Oliver loved saying her name. The way it rolled off the tongue...? Well, it made him think of other things he could do to her if he moved his tongue that same way. And he said her name a lot. Despite all the rules Felicity placed upon their phone conversations, Oliver found himself calling her often - mostly at night, mostly when he was feeling far too lonely despite all the people he constantly tried to surround himself with. He'd lay in his bed, pre-gaming before heading out for a party, and he'd call her to make fun of Harvard and the kids who went there... which, as of more than two months ago, stopped including him. He'd call her to ask her about her day, to ask her what color her nails were painted, to ask her what she was wearing... beneath her pajamas. And, although Oliver always wanted to hear what she had to say, especially in regards to his always-voiced lingerie question, he also kind of called just to hear her voice.
She made him laugh. She made him smile. She made him... happy.
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