Vacation Doesn't Count

“POV Gerard”

Once I got home I started doing my homework, until I got to the note I had picked up and put in my history notebook. I stared at it for a while before calling the number. Even though Frankie isn’t one for just leaving a phone number, especially not on a little hot pink sticky note covered in hearts and curly written letters, I decided to call it, I wanted to at least talk to him. With my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly picked up my phone and dialed the number on the note. Holding my breath as the phone rang, I sat and crossed my legs nervously on my bed. Nobody picked up, but the standard message asked me to leave a message; all I said was to call me back and I really wanted to talk to him. Then, I quickly changed into a pair of sweats, washed up, and ran downstairs for dinner. Mikey seemed really happy about today and told me he wanted to tell me something, which made my mom curious and she wanted to know… it was all really annoying. But I know how it feels to be in that situation so I told my mom it probably didn’t really matter to her and if it was Mikey would tell her later. Which she ignored for a little bit, but then went back to just eating the vegetable soup she had made. The rest of the meal was quite uncomfortable, though Mikey didn’t seem bothered when he started talking about his day. It made me smile hearing he wasn’t upset and he seemed very relaxed. After dinner, almost as soon as I had shut the door in my room, I heard my phone buzzing and jumped on my bed to search for it. Once I finally found it, I picked up and lay down on my bed. “Hello?” I said, even though I recognized the number from this afternoon. To my surprise, she said, “Hey! Sorry I didn’t answer, I was at cheer practice. Is this… Frank? From English class?” I heard her breathe differently, in a way I knew she was smiling. Before saying something again, I swallowed and took a deep breath, holding back tears. “Oh, I’m sorry!” my voice broke as I said, “I guess I called the wrong number this afternoon,” forced laughter, “Sorry this isn’t Frank, or whoever you were expecting…” She sighed, obviously bothered at the fact I wasn’t Frank, but giggled, told me it was fine, and hoped I could find the person I originally wanted to call. I thanked her and hung up, quite sure she had heard my first few snickers. I didn’t turn on my music, I didn’t do my homework, I didn’t move. I just sat there on my bed, with tears rolling down my face while wondering how I felt about this whole thing. My phone slid out of my hand as I realized Frank really didn’t want me. He knew I’d pick up that note, he knew I’d call. He mislead me, he made me think I actually had a chance at being with him. I left him in the summer with no actual proper reason, and somehow I thought he’d forgive me. It wasn’t my intention to hurt him, not at all… I went downstairs to get some water, realizing my mouth had gone dry in the time I was here. With my unfinished homework still opened on my desk, I slipped off my jeans and shirt and into a way too large shirt to go to sleep. Even though it was only 10 pm, I was fast asleep with tears stinging my eyes and thought about what would happen when I see him tomorrow filling my mind.

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