Her Mysterious Ways

Chapter 24: Only in the Movies

See, in the movies they portray things totally wrong. I mean seriously, why would you take back a lying, cheating husband just because he said he made a 'mistake'? It only happened in the movies. Or, why the hell would you let a cab driver you barely know babysit your kid? It only happened in the movies. But, the worst one is why the actual fuck would you not be at all awkward after you were zero inches away from your best friends lips? Again, it only happened in the movies. It really makes no sense, because after that night at the zoo, we could barely even look at each other let alone kiss each other or even have any sort of physical contact. It was just too weird.

Whenever I was around her, I had this queasy feeling that I'd done something wrong, but then again she would've done something wrong too. The most confusing part of it all was that in that moment, when there was no space in between us, it felt totally right. Like what the hell life? Why can't you just give us an easy answer to this one? But no, you have to be all shitty about it and just let us walk aimlessly through the days without even being able to talk to each other. It was just so wrong. So. Wrong.

So anyways, I hadn't talked to Andy since that night, and honestly, it was driving me insane. I had picked up the phone so many times to call her, but after I dialed her number I quickly set the phone back down before it rang because I didn't even have anything to say. In other words, I was speechless for the first time ever. It was like the nerve signals that sent messages to my mouth to talk were broken whenever I even started to think about her.

Okay Cole, stop being a little bitch and just call her. My mind told me while I was sitting in the kitchen doing absolutely nothing. Like seriously, she's probably not going to talk to you again if you don't call her soon. Plus, what's the worst that can happen?

So, listening to myself, I picked up the phone. Step number one was over with. Good. Okay now step number two: dialing her number. Slowly my fingers slid across the keypad, pressing all the right numbers at the right times. Then I laughed because the way I was narrating this in my head was making it sound dirty. Done. Now, the last step, the one I always had trouble with: press call and STAY ON THE FUCKING LINE. Probably the easiest thing to do, but since I was a little bitch I couldn't do it, but this time was not going to be that case. Instead, I pressed the call button and held the phone up to my ear. My heart was pounding and my palms were so sweaty I thought the phone was going to slide out of my hand. At least I had gotten farther than any of the other times I had tried to call her.

Then, after one ring, the other end of the line came alive. A voice-Andy's voice- greeted me.

"Hello?" Was all she said.

Millions of things were going through my mind, but I had no words to say them, so before I knew it, I hung up.

Ya little bitch.

Okay, so attempt number one didn't go so well, but attempt number two was going to go as planned. I repeated the agonizing process of dialing her number and pressing the call button. Then I waited, and again on the first ring she answered.

"Okay, don't call if you're just going to hang up." Andy's voice threatened.

"Andy?" I croaked. I probably sounded like I was dying of thirst, but I wasn't. I was just dying from little bitch syndrome.

"Cole?" Her voice was either annoyed or relieved, but I couldn't tell which one it was.I could never tell what she was thinking.

"Hey... what's up?" I asked, awkwardly, but still in audible words. At least I was talking. That was one up from the various attempts before.

"Um, just finishing up some stuff, you?" She seemed like she was also having a tough time talking, so that made me slightly less terrified.

"Just sitting around." I answered plainly.