Phone Call
TItle: Phone Call
Fandom: bare, a pop opera
Written: August, 2009
Rating: PG
Words: 600
Summary: There are a lot of things Peter should be doing. He should go find his mother or delete Jason's number from his phone or go across the sidewalk to the girl's dorm to talk to Ivy in person. But all he can do is give her a phone call.
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His fingers were poised over the little numbers, body frozen in stiff angles. He sat on his bed as if it pained him to do so, hunched over the phone in his hand as if he had gotten stuck that way. His hair fell in his face, creating a curtain around his head, hiding the lines under his eyes and the tear streaks that had been ever-present on his cheeks.
He should go down and talk to her in person.
He should go find his mother and tell her that yes, he was coming, before she left without him - something she had been threatening to do for the past forty-five minutes.
He should delete Jason's number from his phone so he wouldn't keep calling him to hear his voicemail.
He should do a lot of things, come to think of it, but he wasn't going to do any of those.
So he dialed the number on his phone, holding it up to his ear and sniffing heavily as it began to ring.
He counted the number of times it rang, as if this simple task would keep his mind off of things. Two… I wonder what Jason would have done… Five… Maybe she doesn't want to talk to me… Nine… She probably left her phone in her room and isn't-
The ringing stopped; he knew she had picked up. There was no word of greeting, not even a grunt to show there was a person on the other end. He could be talking to Matt or Nadia for all he knew, but something told him it was Ivy on the other end.
"H-hey Ivy," he faltered, but steeled himself. It would not do to get emotional now. There was still no response on the other end.
"Um, so, I know we've never been that great of friends. I mean, we've been friends since we met but, y'know, I was always closer with Nadia. Not that that makes a difference or anything, but - Shit I'm bad at this."
Peter cleared his throat before continuing.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for how you found out about me and Jason. That wasn't right, on any account. Matt shouldn't have gone off on everyone and Jason shouldn't have done… anything with you in the first place. I'm sorry, that's probably not what you want to hear right now. Anyway, what I mean to say was, I mean, my reason for calling…
"Look, Ivy, I know this isn't what you want to hear either, but I am so envious of you that you can't even imagine how I feel right now. You've still got a part of Jason growing inside of you, but I-" His voice broke again. "I was never supposed to be with him in the first place, and now he's gone."
Peter impatiently wiped his eyes before continuing. Ivy still hadn't spoken a word.
"Ivy, if I could switch places with you and have the baby for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. I know you know that. But… please… please know that if you need anything, I'll be here. You have my number. You know where I live. If you need help with the baby, please let me know. I want to help raise his child, if you'll let me."
His train of thought ended abruptly, and he had no idea what to say next. He waited, not sure if he expected Ivy to speak or not, but there was silence on each end. It was almost calming, in a sense, to know that she had heard him and was at least thinking about what he had said.
"Well, I'll see you around," he said awkwardly. "Bye, Ivy."
Fandom: bare, a pop opera
Written: August, 2009
Rating: PG
Words: 600
Summary: There are a lot of things Peter should be doing. He should go find his mother or delete Jason's number from his phone or go across the sidewalk to the girl's dorm to talk to Ivy in person. But all he can do is give her a phone call.
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His fingers were poised over the little numbers, body frozen in stiff angles. He sat on his bed as if it pained him to do so, hunched over the phone in his hand as if he had gotten stuck that way. His hair fell in his face, creating a curtain around his head, hiding the lines under his eyes and the tear streaks that had been ever-present on his cheeks.
He should go down and talk to her in person.
He should go find his mother and tell her that yes, he was coming, before she left without him - something she had been threatening to do for the past forty-five minutes.
He should delete Jason's number from his phone so he wouldn't keep calling him to hear his voicemail.
He should do a lot of things, come to think of it, but he wasn't going to do any of those.
So he dialed the number on his phone, holding it up to his ear and sniffing heavily as it began to ring.
He counted the number of times it rang, as if this simple task would keep his mind off of things. Two… I wonder what Jason would have done… Five… Maybe she doesn't want to talk to me… Nine… She probably left her phone in her room and isn't-
The ringing stopped; he knew she had picked up. There was no word of greeting, not even a grunt to show there was a person on the other end. He could be talking to Matt or Nadia for all he knew, but something told him it was Ivy on the other end.
"H-hey Ivy," he faltered, but steeled himself. It would not do to get emotional now. There was still no response on the other end.
"Um, so, I know we've never been that great of friends. I mean, we've been friends since we met but, y'know, I was always closer with Nadia. Not that that makes a difference or anything, but - Shit I'm bad at this."
Peter cleared his throat before continuing.
"Listen, I just wanted to apologize for how you found out about me and Jason. That wasn't right, on any account. Matt shouldn't have gone off on everyone and Jason shouldn't have done… anything with you in the first place. I'm sorry, that's probably not what you want to hear right now. Anyway, what I mean to say was, I mean, my reason for calling…
"Look, Ivy, I know this isn't what you want to hear either, but I am so envious of you that you can't even imagine how I feel right now. You've still got a part of Jason growing inside of you, but I-" His voice broke again. "I was never supposed to be with him in the first place, and now he's gone."
Peter impatiently wiped his eyes before continuing. Ivy still hadn't spoken a word.
"Ivy, if I could switch places with you and have the baby for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. I know you know that. But… please… please know that if you need anything, I'll be here. You have my number. You know where I live. If you need help with the baby, please let me know. I want to help raise his child, if you'll let me."
His train of thought ended abruptly, and he had no idea what to say next. He waited, not sure if he expected Ivy to speak or not, but there was silence on each end. It was almost calming, in a sense, to know that she had heard him and was at least thinking about what he had said.
"Well, I'll see you around," he said awkwardly. "Bye, Ivy."