A String of Missed Calls

August 5, 2015

10:01 AM:
"Hey Sean, you haven't returned my call and it's been two days. Where the hell are you? Did you disappear? Did you fall off the face of the planet? Like I understand you're mad, but c'mom its me? Sel? Remember that time your brother ran over Cottonball? Yeah I held you, a 20 year old rock drummer with ten tattoos and an eyebrow piercing, while you blubbered inconsolably over a rabbit. We went for ice cream... I got three scoops of vanilla-because I'm ordinary- and you had a scoop of pistachio, rainbow sherbet, and rocky road? Yeah you ordered it so much the owners referred to it as the Seaniator trio? It was nutty, sweet, deep, and full of flavor just like you Sean. Please find it in your heart to call me back?

3:49 PM:
"Okay Sean you probably don't know this but that day in Wheelston wasn't the first time I saw you... I saw you at a book-fair. We were sophomores and I had just came in for some Planet Earth books when I saw you... Your hair was brown and it was close to a crew cut. Your skin was purely virginal. You were sorting through the Pokéball cards and you had this stupid grin because I overheard, but in my defense you were unnecessarily loud, how you found the Snorelax you were dying to get your hands on! That was the moment I knew I love you. I had seen you around before and I knew you were a decent kid. You weren't on honor roll but you weren't invited to the parties that James Morrison and Angel Santizo threw. You were, I guess, in the background and you were content... You were happy with your cards and okay grades and generic clothes. You had no problem causing some trouble for the underclassmen and upperclassmen as well. But you knew where to draw the line. You didn't participate in the sickening torment of Timothy Smalls. In fact you stuck up for him when everyone blocked all the handicap ramps. God and you, a meek little Pokéball player, mustered up the courage to take hold of Timmy's wheelchair and call loudly for a teacher. And thats all the kinda things that ran through my mind as you clutched that Snorelax in your hand. I thought about you every day since that lead up to the Wheelston concert. I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry about everything. Please call me soon or not I guess thats okay too."

11:11 PM:
"I wish you'd pick up. I wish you'd call back. I wish you'd give me a chance to explain myself. I know you're mad and I know you need time to cool off but seriously? Two days? I'm hurting too Sean and I need to hear you even if its just your heavy breathing on the other side. You mean everything to me Sean. Sleep tight."