Theory of Attachment [18+] [mxm]

08. Stop Calling Stop Calling I Don't Wanna Talk Anymore~

It occurred to Micah that he was living in a nightmare when he woke up for his 8AM class two days later and found a missed call from an unknown number on his phone with the dreaded timestamp of midnight. What followed was a text: "This is Alistair save my number."

"Like hell I will," Micah muttered, and deleted the text and the call history.

The only people calling him at midnight were hookups distantly related to Kennedy's friend group and therefore, had a paper trail leading back to someone who would be willing to give them Micah's phone number. Alistair, of course, was not one of these nor would he be granted priority. Not in Micah's book.

The next call occurred Wednesday night during his bi-monthly dinner with Kennedy. Benny was busy at an industry night event despite not being in the core entertainment industry.

"Oh? A call? At nine in the evening? How risqué."

"Your french major can do more work than that here," Micah said. He turned his phone over and replaced its spot in his hand with a glass of wine. "It's Alistair."

"There wasn't a name on that caller ID."

"Yeah, because it's Alistair. He wants me to save his phone number and what next, a date for the wedding? No thanks."

"Babe, trust me, he does not want to marry you. Not that he shouldn't, but hon, you fucked him twice. What do you expect?"

"I don't need more regulars," Micah said. "I have a life."

"Ah-hah," she agreed unconvincingly. "Do we want Benny to know you two... you know. Right after he left?"

"No. He seems fine knowing we did it once but twice might make him a bit existential," Micah said, and Kennedy couldn't contest this. "How's your celibate journey, Sister Kennedy?"

This earned him a scowl. "It's not funny," she said, though Micah could attest to both of them finding it funny no more than three weeks prior. "I've officially gone on three dates with three different girls."

"Kennedy..."

"What!"

"At least cut one of them loose. Three is too much to juggle if you're pursuing a serious relationship. Do they know you're still looking?"

"Of course not!" she cried in offense. She crossed her arm over her chest, glass to her lips. She took a sip, pondered for a moment, and declared, "I'm thinking about staging my own intervention. If I make a pitch deck for each of the girls, could you and Benny, like, vote them in or out of the group?"

"Sure."

"Alright. I'll do that. Are you free Saturday morning?"

"I think so."

"Perfect. Oh, and see if Erika wants to join. I'm kind of testing the waters to see if she's pissed at me."

Micah blinked. He set his glass down. Kennedy and Erika hadn't been an item since sophomore year when the intrigue of Benny and Micah's new roommate was too high for Kennedy to resist.

They'd lasted nearly the entirety of the school year—the longest relationship of Kennedy's life. Presley had a excursion planned across all of Japan to celebrate Kennedy getting halfway through college. She'd invited Erika, Erika had taken prideful and moral offense to such an endeavor, and dumped her. Neither of them had wanted to do long distance over summer break, Erika had a job, and Kennedy couldn't understand why Erika wouldn't take the free trip.

Which brought Micah to now, the future, where Erika hadn't mentioned Kennedy in any explicit detail and was still accepting what she believed to be apology gifts from Kennedy. She may not agree with the world's best tour of Japan during a summer spent working, but she could accept a new wardrobe.