The Music or the Misery (Book 2)

I've Been Dying To Tell You Anything You Want To Hear

                    

There are two weeks left until summer starts. Which means since I got back to the dorm after the flight from Chicago, I've been trying to work my ass off. Riddly called to let me know that she's on her way back from studying in the campus library, so I decided to use the quiet to get some of my final report done.

Currently it's  at night. I got in at three and have only been able to write two paragraphs. That's because my mind is occupied by worrying about Patrick. I don't know how he's coping. It's been less than half a day since I saw him but I'm on edge. The text he sent once I'd told him I'd made it back, told me not to worry but that's exactly what I'm doing.

Chewing on my lip, I stare at the pathetic start I've made on my work before closing my laptop.

I lie on my bed for god knows how long, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I should call Patrick. I don't want to baby him but at the same time, I don't want it to seem like I don't care. I pick up my phone so many times that it drives me insane. So, when Riddly walks through the door, I'm happy that I have someone to talk to.

"Hey! Sorry I wasn't here when you got back, I tried to get back as fast as possible" she says, dropping down on my bed beside me.

"Don't worry about it, I've only been going insane" I smirk and pull her into a hug.

"So, are you okay?" she asks.

"It's not me I'm worried about. I don't know if he's going to be okay and being here doesn't help my anxiety" I explain, once again picking up my phone.

"Stop freaking out, okay? He's going to be fine. Two weeks and you can go see him again" she replies.

"He's going on tour remember?"

"You still haven't decided if you're going or not?" She asks and I shake my head. No matter how much I want to, I don't have the guts to say no to my father now.

"You know I can't go" I reply, feeling frustrated.

"Yeah, you've got to do the internship right? You know what I'm doing in the summer?" she asks, smiling.

"Something more fun that I am?" I state, already knowing I'm right.

"I'm relaxing! I'm going home to spend the summer with my family, without responsibilities. I know that I won't be any worse off for it" she tells me and I smile at how simple it seems for her. Her parents are happy for her to have time off. My father isn't the same.

"Yeah, that's sounds good. Still, I'm not going to see him for a long time" I sigh.

"Tell me what happened? Maybe it'll make you feel better?" She asks and I agree, beginning to tell her what happened, when I went back to Chicago. I leave out the parts that I feel are personal between Patrick and I but I think she understand for the most part. Although I still don't know if leaving was the best idea.

"You did everything you could Violet, stop panicking... call him" she encourages and I nod, finally giving in. She smiles knowingly and throws herself on her own bed. Pulling some earphones from her drawer, she plugs them into her phone and gives me some privacy.

Hitting Patrick's name, I press the phone to my ear and wait, hoping he picks up. After a couple of rings, he does, his voice calming my panicked state.

"Hey, I was just about to call you" are the words that greet me and at first I wonder if it's because something is wrong but he's quick to explain. "I wanted to say goodnight. I know it's not that late but I wanted to call anyway" he finishes and I smile to myself.