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I left her house knowing that the only reason I would get up off the couch, take a shower and leave was because there was the slightest possibility that the boy would call, maybe for once something would work out for me and I'd be able to be really happy for at least a couple beautiful seconds. By the time I got to the door I knew I would be spending the evening curled up in my bed, watching yet another boring TV or picking up my latest escape from the reality of my world book and lose myself in that.
Right on time, 6:30 my phone beeps those three blissful text message recieved beeps and my heart starts pounding, because this was the time he was supposed to get done with yet another tattoo appointment. Unfortunately when I opened the phone and I undertook the task of reading a message that could make or break my night, it broke it.
"still working. on lock down. missing equipment."
I began wondering what previous TV shows I'd DVR-ed that would keep my wandering anxious mind busy for the night, because this was something I'd think about all night.
"When do you think you'll be done" was my meer reply... which went unamswered for almost an hour. I was beginning to give up hope when I had a serious case of butterflies and then the glorious beeps came from the cell phone next to me.
"in an hr. i hope"
Shaking my head I got up and changed into comfy pajamas, knowing I'd have no use for the cute top and jeans that night.
"well either way get ahold of me when u leave ... im just home doin nothing."
awhile later .... "finished working" came through and I, looking at the clock, realized that there was hope for us still. "Yay. finally. so do u still wanna hang out?" was my reply, trying to sound nonchalant but knowing it just wasn't working.
No reply came.
I curled up in bed and ended up falling asleep for a little while, only to wake up to a text message that said "sorry fell asleep." Go figure. I began wondering how long it would take me to finally fall back to sleep after a message of "awww well go to sleep then hun. it sucks u had to stay so late n we couldnt do anything. hopefully u'll stop by the bar tomorrow night." Which was followed by a really long sleepless night, the kind where you fall asleep and then wake right back up over and over again, with a headache in the morning.
I decided the only way to get what I wanted to say out there was to compose a short little letter where I admitted that I care for him, hope he'll keep in touch while he is gone and that I'll miss him. As I'm finishing up the letter at work I get a "hello" text from him, which automatically gives me butterflies. I just say "hey u. what's up?" and then run for the car in the pouring rain and head to work at the bar. I get no reply and by the time I'm in Sandy Creek I decide to just call him, through a cell phone signal that keeps breaking up on his end I get a "i'm sorry about last night, missing equipment, yadda yadda yadda. I'm going to take a shower & I'll stop by the bar later."
I call the best friend, yes he'll be in and stop in and give it the best friend seal of approval she's been insisting on... which she's already given by just the way she said I talked about him. I guess it's been awile since I sounded like that.
The bar is slow, like always. A few nonregulars spice up the night and the boy doesn't show up. I send him a text saying "someone end up being too tired to come out and play tonight, huh?" and a little while and a few shots later I pick up the phone and call. No answer. Frustrated I start stocking stuff at the bar, Christine can tell something is bothering me, gives me the I know somehting is going on look and I shrug it off. A little while later I get a text that confusingly says "Wanna# play# w?th 2" I was like "What? play what?" confused but able to realize that he's out getting wasted. Here we go is all I can think.
The phone then rings and I answer it to hear constant laughing from a bunch of guys and the drunken voice of Mr. Amazing. At first I think YAY! at least he called, right? But then I became even more confused as to why he even called, what to laugh at me or something? to give his buddies a good laugh? And ask "What decided to call the cute bartender from home and laugh at her" he was like "no i told them to be quiet so I could call you!" it's weird. The guys keep laughing and making comments I can't make out over Jason's laughing. He tells me that he needs to tell me a couple things and I need to get a notebook & pen. I'm still confused, even more so now wondering what the hell the paper and pen are for, so I ask. He tells me that he wants me to read back to him tomorrow what he had to tell me now. I humor him and tell him I got the stuff... just tell me what he wants to say. Needless to say he keeps laughing and doesn't tell me. I get irritated and even more confused. The line goes dead a little bit later. I call back once, "That's cool to hang up" ... "Sorry bad service" and more laughing. I have no idea what's going on and in the end I think I hung up and gave up.
Bad mood. Headache kicks in. Christine KNOWS something is going on now. More confusion.
The next text messages of "if you come home stop at the bar. please." and "will you call me and tell me what that drunk phone call was all about, what the couple things u had to tell me were" went unanswered.
I tried calling a little while ago... his phone is off.
So in the end I have NO idea what that was all about and I still have this important letter in my purse. NO idea if he's still leaving Tuesday or not til the 30th and if I'll even see him again.
Right on time, 6:30 my phone beeps those three blissful text message recieved beeps and my heart starts pounding, because this was the time he was supposed to get done with yet another tattoo appointment. Unfortunately when I opened the phone and I undertook the task of reading a message that could make or break my night, it broke it.
"still working. on lock down. missing equipment."
I began wondering what previous TV shows I'd DVR-ed that would keep my wandering anxious mind busy for the night, because this was something I'd think about all night.
"When do you think you'll be done" was my meer reply... which went unamswered for almost an hour. I was beginning to give up hope when I had a serious case of butterflies and then the glorious beeps came from the cell phone next to me.
"in an hr. i hope"
Shaking my head I got up and changed into comfy pajamas, knowing I'd have no use for the cute top and jeans that night.
"well either way get ahold of me when u leave ... im just home doin nothing."
awhile later .... "finished working" came through and I, looking at the clock, realized that there was hope for us still. "Yay. finally. so do u still wanna hang out?" was my reply, trying to sound nonchalant but knowing it just wasn't working.
No reply came.
I curled up in bed and ended up falling asleep for a little while, only to wake up to a text message that said "sorry fell asleep." Go figure. I began wondering how long it would take me to finally fall back to sleep after a message of "awww well go to sleep then hun. it sucks u had to stay so late n we couldnt do anything. hopefully u'll stop by the bar tomorrow night." Which was followed by a really long sleepless night, the kind where you fall asleep and then wake right back up over and over again, with a headache in the morning.
I decided the only way to get what I wanted to say out there was to compose a short little letter where I admitted that I care for him, hope he'll keep in touch while he is gone and that I'll miss him. As I'm finishing up the letter at work I get a "hello" text from him, which automatically gives me butterflies. I just say "hey u. what's up?" and then run for the car in the pouring rain and head to work at the bar. I get no reply and by the time I'm in Sandy Creek I decide to just call him, through a cell phone signal that keeps breaking up on his end I get a "i'm sorry about last night, missing equipment, yadda yadda yadda. I'm going to take a shower & I'll stop by the bar later."
I call the best friend, yes he'll be in and stop in and give it the best friend seal of approval she's been insisting on... which she's already given by just the way she said I talked about him. I guess it's been awile since I sounded like that.
The bar is slow, like always. A few nonregulars spice up the night and the boy doesn't show up. I send him a text saying "someone end up being too tired to come out and play tonight, huh?" and a little while and a few shots later I pick up the phone and call. No answer. Frustrated I start stocking stuff at the bar, Christine can tell something is bothering me, gives me the I know somehting is going on look and I shrug it off. A little while later I get a text that confusingly says "Wanna# play# w?th 2" I was like "What? play what?" confused but able to realize that he's out getting wasted. Here we go is all I can think.
The phone then rings and I answer it to hear constant laughing from a bunch of guys and the drunken voice of Mr. Amazing. At first I think YAY! at least he called, right? But then I became even more confused as to why he even called, what to laugh at me or something? to give his buddies a good laugh? And ask "What decided to call the cute bartender from home and laugh at her" he was like "no i told them to be quiet so I could call you!" it's weird. The guys keep laughing and making comments I can't make out over Jason's laughing. He tells me that he needs to tell me a couple things and I need to get a notebook & pen. I'm still confused, even more so now wondering what the hell the paper and pen are for, so I ask. He tells me that he wants me to read back to him tomorrow what he had to tell me now. I humor him and tell him I got the stuff... just tell me what he wants to say. Needless to say he keeps laughing and doesn't tell me. I get irritated and even more confused. The line goes dead a little bit later. I call back once, "That's cool to hang up" ... "Sorry bad service" and more laughing. I have no idea what's going on and in the end I think I hung up and gave up.
Bad mood. Headache kicks in. Christine KNOWS something is going on now. More confusion.
The next text messages of "if you come home stop at the bar. please." and "will you call me and tell me what that drunk phone call was all about, what the couple things u had to tell me were" went unanswered.
I tried calling a little while ago... his phone is off.
So in the end I have NO idea what that was all about and I still have this important letter in my purse. NO idea if he's still leaving Tuesday or not til the 30th and if I'll even see him again.