Marvel/Actor Stories

Wrong Number pt 2

Warning: sexual texting.

Sebastian POV
I was standing over by a window, staring out at the city. My mind hasn't stopped swimming these last two weeks. I feel like shit for just not responding to Alivia, but I didn't know what else to do. I got so scared when I thought about her finding out who I am.

Not telling her yet was a mistake, but it also feels like the safest way to do this. There's so many things that could go wrong from that news. It could scare her off. She could leak all of our conversations - not that there's anything bad yet. She could turn into a different person when it comes to talking to me or wanting to be my friend.

I pulled up our messages. She has sent a few since my last response. She's understandably hurting. I should've at least told her I needed a few days. I don't want to stop talking to her. I really like her, and that makes it worse I think.

She's so sweet, and caring. She's funny. And she's gorgeous. I miss her.

I sighed and closed out of the messages, just in time for another one from her to come through. Before I could read it, Chris was next to me. "Hey, man. What's going on?"

"I'm... I've been texting with a girl. She's amazing. But we haven't met. And she doesn't know who I am. Two weeks ago, she was in the hospital, and I told her I wished I was there to hold her hand." It all just came gushing out of my mouth. I've been dying to talk to someone about this.

He grinned at me, "That's so cute, Seb. Why do you sound upset about that?"

"Because, then she said she would like that. And I... I-I panicked. Thoughts of meeting her, and her finding out who I actually am, filled my head: in a bad way. It could change everything."

"So, what... you've been awkward for the last two weeks?" He asked with a lifted eyebrow.

I shook my head and hung it low; ashamed of what I was about to admit. "No. Uh, I stopped responding to her. I just... quit. She's sent so many messages since then. And I want to talk to her... and see how she's doing. But I've been.."

He sighed, clapping his hand on my shoulder, "Breathe. I understand what you mean, there's a fear with her finding out who you are and what you do. But if you're this worked up over ignoring her messages, don't you think it's worth some risk?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Has she given you any reason to think she would change how she sees you?" He challenged.

Again, I shook my head. "No. She wants to meet me. She said she cares about me as her friend, and that's what she cares about. She doesn't seem like the kind of person that it would matter to her that she's talking to someone with this life style."

He smiled and shrugged, "Then stop ignoring her. I can see it on your face that you're aching to text her back. Take the rest of today to think about it. Then talk to her. Be clear either way that you want this to go from here."

Alivia POV
Me: If saying I would want my friend there was wrong, I'm sorry. Can you at least tell me what happened? I don't understand. And I miss you.
Seb: It wasn't wrong. I'm sorry.
Me: Then what happened? It's been fifteen days since you just ghosted me.
Seb: I panicked.
Me: About what?
Seb: You don't know me, Alivia. And seeing that you care so much anyway makes me worried.
Me: what are you worried about? What exactly is it?
Seb: That once you know certain things you won't see me the same. That everything will change.
Seb: And it's not that I don't want to be there for you. I really do. And it scares me.
Me: Are you like some serial killer or psycho or something?
Seb: No.
Me: If you're still the same sweet guy I've been texting the last four months, that's what I care about.
Me: But if you changed your mind... like you said, we haven't even met. So we can just delete each other's numbers.
Seb: That's not what I want. At all.
Seb: There's a lot that comes with taking that step. And I want to protect you and what we have.
Me: Okay. I'll back off with wanting to have you around. But you have to promise me something.
Seb: Anything.
Me: Talk to me when you're freaking out concerning me. Don't shut me out.
Seb: Okay. Fair enough. I'm sorry that I left you alone like that.
Me: I missed you.
Seb: I missed you, too. A lot.
Seb: How are you? How's your ankle?
Me: I'm alright. My cast itches some times. Four more weeks of it.
Seb: Do you need anything?
Me: You're in another state.
Seb: Country, actually. I'm in London for work now.
Me: Oh wow. Even less you could do then.
Seb: I suppose.
Seb: I really am sorry, sweetheart.
Me: I understand, sort of, now. You're worried about getting connected.
Seb: I'm worried about what it would mean for you, is all.
Seb: It's not to say I wouldn't want that. I'm scared you'll see me differently. And that's what scares me.
Seb: I care about you, Liv.
Me: And I think I understand it. As much as I can with what you're saying.