Derek: Part 2

So I have been telling you all that I haven't had any time to call up Derek.

Today I made time.

My mother left the house to get a turkey for Thanksgiving, and my sister was glued to the TV downstairs.

Every time I look at my desk and see the sticky note with his number written on it I get very anxious, and all I want to do is dial the number and see him again. I want to go back to summer when I was careless and didn't have the stress of homework, or test grades. I wanted to be able to laugh with him about the annoying people sitting in front of us at the movie theatre. I wanted to forget what it was to have to wake up every morning and worry about what people think of you.

With the memory of our laughter in my head I picked up the phone and called him, without having prepared anything.

And if you know me well, you probably know that I don't make haste decisions. I like to plane, so picking up this phone and dialing with out thinking was probably one of the dumbest moves I have ever made.

And then the phone rang, and it rang again, and again, and at the fourth ring I realized I had no fucking idea what I was going to do! Should I leave a message? Or hang up? If I hang up he'll ignore the call, but if I leave I'm a message he'll probably call back, unless he doesn't want to talk to me again....

So while contemplating all the possibilities I had, the phone went straight to his voice mail, "Hey it's Derek, leave me a message at the beep!"

His voice sounded so familiar.

Beep

Shit.

"Uh, hey, it's Phoebe... I know, I'm back from the dead ha ha.... Anyways I just wanted to call you up and see how life is going... sorry if this is really weird and awkward. I totally get it, so call me back. Unless it's a bother, then don't. Or just call me back when you need to-want to! OK I have embarrassed myself. I'm hanging up now. bye."

It was probably the worse forty-three seconds of my life.

I hit the end button and slammed my palm against my forehead. What the hell was I thinking? "Back from the dead?" He knows I hate zombies! And admitting I was embarrassed over the phone? Smooth...

There is no way Derek is calling me back.

But a girl can only hope, right?