Will We Talk?

13- Talk

"Evelyn?" came his voice through the phone, hoarse and deep.

I knew I should've been worried when he left, but not about this, I expected him to be sleeping around. But at the moment he called, I was excited to hear him again.

"Hiya Sammy." I call.

"It's lush to hear you're voice, darlin'. I've missed you." he whispered.

"And I've missed you, Sam. Have you been up to lots? Exploring London and that, aye?" I ask excitedly, swinging my legs back and forth like a child.

"I've been up to loads, no exploring though, just stuck in the studio. You done much?" he asked, a bit more life in his voice now.

"Not really. Without any of yous here, its like I've been doing everything to stop me from having a shit load of alcohol." I laughed.

"Are Rylee and Fran not there? Have yous fallen oot?"

"No, no. They're just visiting Fran's mam and dad in France. The two have decided to stay there for a while, but they keep in touch everyday." I torment, trying to get the message across that he hadn't kept contact.

"Sorry, my minds been all over the place." he mumbled.

"Have you spoken to anyone? Told them you feel trapped?"

"Are you mad? A man should never share his feelings. That'd just end up bad." he scoffed.

"Excuse me? If that's the moral you've grew up with, there's no wonder your mind's full." I gasped, being genuinely shocked he'd said such a thing.

"Its not that I don't tell them, there's other people I'd prefer to tell first."

"Like me?"

"Exactly like you." I could sense the smile through the phone, "So, what have you been doing?"

"Working, running, babysitting, going to the gym. Just shitty stuff, nowt exciting." I sighed.

"Hold on. You've started going to the gym? Since fucking when?" he snorted.

"Since you left, figured it'd restrict my alcohol intake. There was a creepy man alert the other day, though." I informed him.

"Fuck sake, you okay now though? Sorry I wasn't there."

"Yeah, it wasn't anything scary like, just a muscle man who'd never been rejected before."

There was a long pause as I debated whether to tell him I called him my boyfriend.

"You want to know how I got out of it?" I asked with trepidation.

"Go on."

"I said I had a boyfriend, but I sort of meant it."

"Oh."

"No, Sam, I don't. I don't have a boyfriend, I meant you were my boyfriend." I laughed awkwardly.

"Did you actually?" he replied, excitement looming in his voice.

"I did."

"We could make it the reality, like. If you'd want."

I felt my body warming up, my cheeks flushing a shade of scarlet and my hands shaking.

"Sorry? Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Sort of, lets not make it official. I wanted to do something elaborate to ask you."

"Well that's no surprise anymore, Sam."

"But it will be, I know it will."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, I was at a loss for words.

"Also, you have got up to something. I saw your instagram story the other day." he added.

"What? You mean when I drove up to Druridge Bay?"

"That's exactly what I mean. Did you enjoy the book?"

"Aye, I finished it last night. I was genuinely sobbing, I'm turning into my mam more and more everyday." I joked.

"I've got to love you and leave you now, Evie. The lads need their main man back. Can't fucking cope." he snorted.

"Okay, don't not text me mind, I need to hear from you." I teased.

"I'll ring you before bed, if that's alright."

"Its more than alright. Feel free to ring anytime." I said, a soft tone behind my voice.

"Talk to you soon, darlin'."

"See you Sammy."

Nothing could rid the smile that sat on my face after that call, all night I smiled. A phone call was all I needed to stop me from going absolutely akka.

After I called Sam, I changed straight into my pyjamas for the night. The summertime was slowly coming to an end and the weather had a way of telling us.

I was paggered after my first long shift of work before my two weeks off, but the excitement made it unbearable to concentrate. There was no surprise when I lay in bed, duvet over my body and telly playing in front of me, and I started drifting off. I had always been the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, all part of a busy lifestyle.

But tomorrow was my last shift of work before I go off to see Sam again. Words cannot say how much I missed Sam and his presence and his voice and his touch. Just him. I missed him. And, I hate to say it, but I started to love him. A lot.

I wasn't ashamed of feeling that way, just a little confused. It was hard recovering from Joseph's toxic personality, but I had to realise not all men were like him. Sam made me realise that. In one night.

Sex started to scare me when I was with Joseph, and that really wasn't healthy. Cassie helped me realise that.

Meeting Sam the way I did wasn't romantic, nor was it ideal, but it happened and I was eternally grateful for it.

Evelyn.Vic: All packed for travelling tmo, I'll text once my train gets to Kings Cross x

deanedwardthompson: Great, Sam's seemed a lot lighter since your call so thanks. I'll come and get you with Dru tmr, youll know who we r when u see us in our toon shirts :)

Evelyn.Vic: Thanks Dean, I'll wear my toon top to match, eh? See u tmo x