High Fidelity

37. a watched pot never boils

Sydney Bay Janes A month later. . .

I sat outside of Delaney's one afternoon waiting for her car to pull up. She made me return my key which phased me none, I was glad to.

I was only there to offer her some company. Outside of my late mother, her clients, and boyfriends, she had no one. That's why I made it a point to stay in contact and at least show my face every once in a while after moving out.

Honestly, I think the move was hard on her. In her time of need she probably needed me. But I had to be selfish this once.

Sitting in the comfort of my air conditioned Audi, I was on FaceTime with Will.

He was at the gym, in the lockerroom fooling around.

"GOOB!" I yelled to get his attention back.

Once he came down from a fit of laughter, he went "Huh?"

"How long have you been there?" I asked him, chin on my knee.

"Uh, two hours, like two?" he answered, unsure.

"Two," I heard Damian's voice boom in the background.

"Yeah, two," Will let me know.

"Hey, D-Dawg," I giggled in the camera.

"Hey Nene," he twinkled.

I smiled, returning my attention back to a shirtless Will -- or Goob-- who was flexing in the mirror.

"Taking more thirst traps, hm?" I teased.

"Facts," he clucked, repositioning himself.

I shook my head and switched hands I held my phone in.

"Can you come over tonight and help me move the furniture finally?"

"Uhh," he dragged out, sitting the phone in the locker as he wiped his sweaty skin down with a towel.

"Will," I hissed, getting irritated. I just knew an excuse was coming.

"No, I'll be there," he promised. "at like seven, though. I gotta do something--"

"For Hunter, yeah, yeah," I grumbled, assuming.

"Not this again," he complained, putting his gallon of water down.

I sat up and sighed, looking out the tinted window. Still no Delaney.

"It's whatever, Will," I stressed.

I just watched as he muted me to catch up with the guys, laughing.

Annoyed, I didn't hang up, but scrolled down my timelines.

After a few minutes, Will was in his Jeep.

"Syd?" he called out.

I ignored him despite internally screaming at how cute "Syd" sounded coming from him.

"SYDNEY!"

"What? I'm here," I barked, returning to the camera.

He smiled and took a screenshot of us.

When I didn't say anything cute back or appreciative, he blinked in the camera.

"Are you mad at me, because I feel like you're mad at me?" he animated his voice.

"No," I whined, playing in my hair. "I'm just so annoyed because, like, you're at the gym right now and we could've been together all morning."

Will put on his glasses and made a face. "Dude, I literally tried to call you to run errands with me and you were doing your hair. What are you doing now?"