Coming Home

Another Call-Less Night

When I woke up this morning, I realized I had fallen asleep at the breakfast bar in the middle of the family kitchen. My hand was still resting on the phone just as I remembered it had been before I had fallen asleep. This stunt was my latest bad habit. Deyvon called at all times of the night so I had to be ready to grab the phone as soon as it rang.

I rubbed my eyes and glanced around the kitchen. There was a note that had been wedged under my arm from my mum:

"Dearest Joselyn LeAnn Felder,

I'm at work until whenever. You know how tax season gets. You know the number. Call me if you need anything. Please go to bed next time. It's not healthy to sleep in such a manner.

I love you.

--Mum"

Soft laughter escaped from my throat and poured out my lips. My mum thought it was pointless to call me "Josie". She didn't believe in nicknames, so she always called me by my full name. I remember being a child and it absolutely embaressing me for my mum to call out to me,"I love you, Joselyn LeAnn Felder!". Goofy, but I suppose that's just my mother.

I sighed and straightened up the kitchen before grabbing an orange. I ripped it open and savored the juicy, citrus flesh as I conjured up possible reasons for Deyvon not calling. I knew that it was getting closer and closer for the time of being shipped off the basic to come. The thought of it still broke my heart.

Deyvon Ray Cobey was an amazing person. He had the smile of an Abercrombie model, but the heart of a saint. His gorgeous hazel eyes could make you spill your secrets out to him. Deyvon was the one that turned me on to the Italian language. I'm a Spanish girl by heart, but hearing Devyon speak to me in Italian.. It made my head dizzy and my heart race.

The shrill ringing of the phone snapped me out of my daydream. I pounced on the phone, "Hola. Felder residence. This is Josie speaking." Deep laughter was my response and all worries as to why Deyvon hadn't called simply melted away. "Devyon..", I said smiling.

"Ciao bella," he said softly, "How is my favorite girl today?". Ciao bella... I thought to myself. It was the first thing that Deyvon had ever said to me. It meant "hello beautiful" in Italian. I was instant mush to thought words.

I answered chipperly, "Hi there, handsome! I'm doing great! Better now that you've called..". It killed me that I didn't get to spend as much time talking to Deyvon. I hardly ever got to see him and now that he was going to basic I was hearing from him less and less.

He laughed again, "How would you like to see me today?".

"Yes!!", I all but yelled. It was so rare for me to see him, I wouldn't pass this up for anything in the whole world!

"Alright. I'll be there in about an hour to pick you up. Wear something comfy. I suppose we shall do a lot of walking.", he said commandingly. I could tell he was smiling.

We hung up after that and I rushed to my room. Crap. What am I supposed to wear?! I thought to myself. I hurriedly grabbed a pair of wrinkled denim skinny jeans and an 'Army Strong' t-shirt that I had "borrowed" from Deyvon a while back. I slipped on a pair of old, busted up Chuck Taylors and threw on some makeup.

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Dingggggg dooooong!", went the doorbell down the hall. I strolled to the front door after grabbing my cell phone, some money, and scribbling a note to my mum. There stood Deyvon. He had dark brown short spiked hair and beautiful hazel eyes. There across his lips was a wonderful smile, that was all for me.

He scooped me up into his arms, hugging me tightly. I smiled and hugged him back. Please don't ever let go.. I thought.

Hand in hand, we walked out to his blue 2010 Chevy Silverado. He helped me in and then jumped into the driver's seat. Starting the truck and pulling out of the drive as fast as he could. "In a hurry?", I asked playfully. He just nodded and gave me that dazzling smile.

Deyvon and I had been talking for months on end, but we had never officially become a couple. It drove my friends crazy. To me though, it felt as if there was just a mutual understanding that we were each others and no one elses.