Actions (pt 1)

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"Yo, Andy. Its Zach... Again. I was just calling to see if you would finally answer me. Guess not. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're busy. So, uh, call me back when you get this. Thanks."
The fact of the matter is..I wasn't busy. I was laying in my bed at 6 am listening to all of my voicemails. All of them were from Zach. 0 from Jesse, 0 from anybody else. I know he cares, he's sweet like that. But something in my head told me that these voice mails are not enough. 'Wait. What do you mean they aren't enough?! He calls like 5 times a day practically. What was I expecting? Some grande gesture? Yes.. No...okay maybe.' I thought to myself. God, I'm pathetic.
On the other hand, I'm incredibly thankful that Zach has the decency to call me unlike Jesse. All I can think of is what's going through his mind when he knows Zach has been trying to get ahold of me. That is if he knows. I bet he does. I bet he knows that I cry all the time wishing he'd call me. I bet he knows that I barely eat sometimes because it reminds me of him. I bet he doesn't care about me. I bet he moved on.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling (which I find myself doing a lot lately) and thinking. What day is it today? Friday? No, Friday was yesterday making today Saturday. Wait.. Saturday? Why does that seem so significant in my head? Its not like I have a date or anything, I laugh to myself.
BUT WAIT.. I DO! I HAVE A DATE! Well, I guess you can't count it as a date. Although, Nick, the cute guy from the elevator said 'its a date.' But, let's face it. Everybody says that when they make plans so I have nothing to worry about. Alright, I will be okay. All I have to do is just focus on him and looking for a job, and everything will be fine.

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