The Drummer

Chapter 12

He'd moved on.

Over you. He was over you?

As soon as you realised you loved him, he had realised, he hadnt loved you.

Taking your phone you walk outside wrapped in a shawl and wearing slippers, you sit on a bench outside in your garden.

Beginging a text, you delete it. You should call him? Tell you how you feel? Maybe even invite him to your party....?

*ring ring ..... Ring ring ... Ringggg*

Waiting anxiously for him to awnser you begin to think what your going to say. You've missed him so much over these weeks... Theres a hole in your heart on he can fill.

"hello?" his sweet voice, you've longed to hear echoes down your line.

"hi" you mange to whisper back.

"oh. I wander when we would speak again." he says, dose he miss you?

"i..." he goes to say something but you cut him off.

"look danny. I-I-I-I..." you don't know what to say? Do you say you like him?

"I .. I'm not dating travis. We were Getting there but I didn't want to date him..." you say stuttering, shaking slightly.

"your not?! I-I- I thought you were? I might be coming back soon." he manages to finally say.

"I heard. I'm so happy, truth is I've missed you soso much. More then you'll know." you say back to him, just like when he was here.

"I miss you too but I'd be visiting you, and my girlfriend... She lives over there. I met her here but she flew back home, there." he says with slight panic in his voice.

You feel like crying. The phrase ' you never know how much you love Someone, until there gone ' springs to mind.

"oh. You are?" you say, trying not to make it seem like your upset.

"yes, we don't have to see each other, if its awkward? I'm not too sure about her... She dosent seem my type?" he says, laughing slightly.

Him happy makes you happy, yet at the same time... Your pretty alone now...

"what's your type like then?" you ask smiling again.

"kinda like... Hmmm.... You?" he says pausing, making you blush.

"oh really" you say laughing.

"look I have to ask something? Whilst your in town trav is throwing me a birthday party, this sunday? I hope you can come?" you ask wearily.

"sunday..." he says anxiously.

"I cant. I'm sorry"

"I'm meeting up with my girlfriend then!" he says. Then his phone dies...

"danny?" you call out. But the lines dead.

"what do I do now?" you ask yourslef quietly...