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PG-13
DM/EW
I'm on a roll, dudes. Sorry for the random splurts of posts. :)
*
A shaky breath. Then,
"I don't think I can make it."
Your heart drops. "You'll be fine." A smile tries to make its way across your face, but you don't know why. Repeat. "You'll be fine."
A beat.
"I'm seriously fucked up."
Exhale. "I know."
"I mean, I really do think I'm depressed." A click of a match on the other end and you can imagine him lighting up for the eighth time that day.
You shrug, the motion lost across phone lines. "Maybe you are."
"Yeah, maybe." A dry laugh. "So what's new with you?" Deep inhalation.
"Nothing, really." Your fingers fiddle with the phone cord. Despite much teasing, you still haven't made the transition to a cordless yet. You figure that at the rate things are changing, you need one thing from the past to keep yourself sane.
So, phone cords and all that. It makes sense to you, anyway.
"I miss it." A cough rattles static into your ear. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too." One long finger threads its way between the cord loops.
Sniffle. "No, I mean I really miss you."
This time it's you who's silent.
He continues. "I miss being with you guys everyday. It got fucking annoying sometimes, but it was the one constant in my life that I didn't want to give up, you know?"
"I know." Your voice is soft. You do know.
Silence falls over the line. You stare out the window and into the horizon, pretending to see him sitting in his apartment on the other side of the country.
"Anyway." He clears his throat.
You speak absently now. "Yeah."
"I guess I'll talk to you later then." Another click. You consider telling him to quit, then decide he has too much on his mind already.
You settle for "Same place same time."
A chuckle. "Yeah. Depressed actors anonymous." He snorts.
You look down at your lap and smile. "Bye."
"See ya." A more resounding click, and he's hung up.
You gently place the phone back on the cradle without taking your eyes off of the picture that lays undisturbed on your thigh. It's one of the whole gang, goofy smiles all around. New Zealand rises in the distance and you can remember how the dirt felt beneath your feet.
Being careful not to smudge the glossy paper, you gingerly pick the picture up by the edges and lean it up beside the phone.
*
PG-13
DM/EW
I'm on a roll, dudes. Sorry for the random splurts of posts. :)
*
A shaky breath. Then,
"I don't think I can make it."
Your heart drops. "You'll be fine." A smile tries to make its way across your face, but you don't know why. Repeat. "You'll be fine."
A beat.
"I'm seriously fucked up."
Exhale. "I know."
"I mean, I really do think I'm depressed." A click of a match on the other end and you can imagine him lighting up for the eighth time that day.
You shrug, the motion lost across phone lines. "Maybe you are."
"Yeah, maybe." A dry laugh. "So what's new with you?" Deep inhalation.
"Nothing, really." Your fingers fiddle with the phone cord. Despite much teasing, you still haven't made the transition to a cordless yet. You figure that at the rate things are changing, you need one thing from the past to keep yourself sane.
So, phone cords and all that. It makes sense to you, anyway.
"I miss it." A cough rattles static into your ear. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too." One long finger threads its way between the cord loops.
Sniffle. "No, I mean I really miss you."
This time it's you who's silent.
He continues. "I miss being with you guys everyday. It got fucking annoying sometimes, but it was the one constant in my life that I didn't want to give up, you know?"
"I know." Your voice is soft. You do know.
Silence falls over the line. You stare out the window and into the horizon, pretending to see him sitting in his apartment on the other side of the country.
"Anyway." He clears his throat.
You speak absently now. "Yeah."
"I guess I'll talk to you later then." Another click. You consider telling him to quit, then decide he has too much on his mind already.
You settle for "Same place same time."
A chuckle. "Yeah. Depressed actors anonymous." He snorts.
You look down at your lap and smile. "Bye."
"See ya." A more resounding click, and he's hung up.
You gently place the phone back on the cradle without taking your eyes off of the picture that lays undisturbed on your thigh. It's one of the whole gang, goofy smiles all around. New Zealand rises in the distance and you can remember how the dirt felt beneath your feet.
Being careful not to smudge the glossy paper, you gingerly pick the picture up by the edges and lean it up beside the phone.
*
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By all means, keep up with the random splurts of posts. I don't mind at all. :)
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