in for the ride

hit it big - chpt thirteen

"What the hell? Jon?"

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"Yeah, uh, hi." A nervous sounding voice came from the other end. My voice cut short. I had no idea what to reply with. I hadn't heard from this guy in years, and all of a sudden he calls me? How did he even get my number?

"How did you get my number?" I ask.

A silence endures before he replies, "it's public information; you're a photographer with a business." I look to the floor, twisting the cord between my fingers as I hummed in reply.

An awkward silence followed as I thought of what to say. I mean, I shouldn't be thinking, he is the one who called me, not the other way around.

"Where are you?" Jon's voice startled me.

"What?" I stare up at my front door.

Jon coughed. "Like, where are you right now?"

"Why?"

"Kim, please."

"Kimberly."

"We're not doing this again."

"We sure are."

Jon sighed into the phone and I could only assume he was rubbing his face out of frustration.

"Do you still live in that apartment in cali?" Jon asked.

I sighed and leaned against my wall, letting the cord to the phone drop. "Yeah, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Sure."

"Do you?"

"Probably."

"Kimberly, seriously, jesus christ, give me a clear answer here."

"Yeah."

...

"I'll be over in ten."

"What?"

Then the phone beeped. He hung up.

I put the phone on the wall and stared out blankly.

What the fuck.

———

I cleaned my apartment up a bit, everywhere looking like a mess before hand. I was sat on my couch waiting for him to show up, skimming through a magazine. The magazine was full of drama happening around the world. Nirvana is set to release a new album some time soon, grunge is sweeping over the world, and technology is booming.

I heard a knock on my door and my stomach churned. That had to be him.

It wasn't like I didn't wanna see him, but, yeah, for the most part I really didn't. I was doing fine with not caring how he was, and now he's back in my life- specifically at my door. I put the magazine down and trotted over to the door, hesitating on opening it. I find myself hesitating on a lot of things. I regret a lot of things I do, but at the same time, if I didn't do it, I would never know.