Just Maggie

Chapter 6

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That night Finn walked me home and he made me promise to call him if needed to. I got really close to him, even though I thought he was just a big dope, I needed a guy friend and I found a great one. I walked up the stairs, and dragging my feet across the rug in our hallway, I opened the door to my room. Stripping off my clothes, I changed into boy shorts and a cami.  I couldn’t help but to have the sudden urge for ice cream.

            I walked downstairs and headed towards the kitchen.  I scavenged the freezer for any ice cream but couldn’t. Finally finding the cookie dough instead, I unwrapped the tube and grabbed a spoon. I began a health kick awhile ago and would have never dreamed of eating all this, but right now, all the chocolate and cookie dough tasted so amazing, I didn’t dare look at the calories. After finishing my “little” snack, I crashed on the sofa.

            “Wake up” Niall shakes me awake.

            “Get outta here” I yell, throwing a pillow aimlessly, hoping it will hit him.

            “Missed me! Mom said you have to get up, right now” He says, I can feel him sit next to me, as I bury my head in the arm of the couch. I let out a groan and push him lightly.

            “Don’t make me do it Maggie” He warns. I smile, and push him again.

            “You asked for it…” I lift up my head only to see Niall mid air as he jumped on top of me. I scream and attempt to push him off. He sits on top of my side and jumps up and down. I yell a few more times and eventually get on my feet. Niall smiles proudly as he sits on the floor.

            “Twerp” I mutter on my way to the bathroom.

            I smile at myself in the mirror, seeing that I need to brush my teeth. Before I can grab my toothbrush I hear my phone ringing from the living room. I decide to let it ring and begin brushing my teeth, I hear it again but continue to ignore it.

            I find my phone one centimeter from vibrating off the coffee table, I save it right before it tumbles to the ground. I laugh as I see Fredrick behind the sofa, scared for his life. I pat his head and answer the call.

            “Hello” I say, silence “Hello….HELLLOOOO”.

            I hear a muffled sound of voices on the phone, the phone must be in someone’s pocket because I hear the rustling of denim as they move about. I can totally tell that whoever it is, is having a make-out session but being the creeper I am I keep listening, laughing to myself. A girl giggles and I hear the smacking of lips again.

            “Drew, stoo-op” she says rather loudly. The man laughs a deep chuckle and I cringe, Andrew. A tear slips from my eye, but I don’t hang up. I hear a crashing noise on the other end, and weep.

            “Shit” Andrew says, picking up the phone. “Mags?”

            I hang up, and sprint up the stairs, fling open my door, and collapse onto the floor in a ball. How could he, not even 24 hours after our breakup, 4 years together and you’d think he’d need more than 20 minutes of healing time. Saying he missed me, playing the guilt trip on me, what a manwhore. I cry, and cry until I hear scratching on my door, knowing it’s Fredrick I open the door. He marches in, scanning the room for me, his tail goes between his legs as he slowly walks towards me. He looks at my eyes and gives me a reassuring look, this is why I love him, he’s like a person sometimes the way he looks at me.

            He licks away my tears and I laugh, wiping off my face. He lies down next to me with his head in my lap, I rub his ears until he falls asleep. I let my mind wander off the topic I keep returning to, I don’t want to think about Andrew anymore, I wish I could clear him from my mind, but I can’t. Three years ago I could have never wished for a better boyfriend, he was perfect, but the last two years have been far from smooth sailing, I honestly think he wanted me to move, I think he wanted space to do whatever he wanted without me knowing. Fortunately, I did find out and now I am free from a relationship, I am now single, but I am far away from being able to mingle. I want time to myself. Right now all I need is Fredrick, and my bed. They will never give up on me.

            That night I had 16 missed calls, 14 from Andrew and 2 from Finn, 5 voicemails, 4 from Andrew and 1 from Finn. All of Andrew’s voicemail’s were saying how he was sorry, and he wanted a second chance, he was reminding me of all the good times we had shared, which I do agree were amazing, but that was the past. I delete all evidence of Andrew from my phone, call history, saved messages, text messages, voicemails, pictures, and last of all his phone number, those ten digits I never thought I would erase, those ten digits that kept me up all night on the phone, and those ten digits that sent hearts to me at the end of every text. They are now gone, erased, and hopefully never to return. I listen to the voicemail from Finn, he just asked me to call him back, and he asked if I was feeling any better.

            I decided not to call Finn back yet, I might call him in the morning, seeing as how we don’t have school this Monday. This has quite possibly been the worst weekend of my life, tell me again how these are supposed to be the best years of my life?

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