I Was So Bitter, Till You Came Along
Twenty-Six
Andy left to go back on his tour, and I was stuck at my mom's with nothing to do. John was touring as well, and we could only text and Skype each other.
But it's been a month and Andy and I haven't spoken a word. I'd given up on him, and John was cool about me telling him my problems; he'd often tell me things that would make me feel better, and I found myself thinking about him late at night.
It wasn't until two months after Andy left that I realized that I had a crush on John. I found myself blushing at his words; I found my belly doing flips whenever he'd call me or text me.
"What is it you want for Christmas, John?" I asked him, a large smile decorating my lips. He thought for a minute, then a smile broke out on his lips.
"My four front teeth," he said casually, "what is it you want?" I found myself resisting the urge to confess my feelings, but I felt that he had to know.
"Uh.... I don't know," I said. John laughed.
"C'mon, darlin'! Tell me! I know you know," he said coolly. I blushed.
"You," I said quietly; so quietly, in fact, that he didn't hear me.
"What was that?" He asked. I wouldn't meet his gaze. Instead, I picked at my fingernails.
"Casey?" John asked, his smile vanishing. He sat up a little straighter, and finally I met his eyes.
"You," I repeated. He hard stared me, and before I could say anything else, he had disconnected, leaving me by my lonesome.
"Fuck," I groaned, laying back on my bed. It was too good to be true. I knew he didn't feel the same. Why would he?
I was fucked.
Notes
Sorry it's short again
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Fear not, it doesn't end there! I'll be updating soon when I have the time :)
3/8/16