Haven's POV
I couldn't tell you how long I had been sitting on my bed staring at my phone debating on what to do. Part of me wanted to call Michael, part of me wanted to text him and the other part of me didn't know what to do.
I don't know what it was about Michael that made me want more. Maybe the beautiful color of green in his eyes. Maybe it was his beautiful black hair that reminded me of my own. Maybe it was his smile that made me heart flutter and my knees feel weak. Or the way he acted, so carefree not worrying about anything other than living in the moment. He was like a drug to me. He was extremely addicting. I had one taste and now all I wanted was more.
Then reality being the bitch that it was kicked in and I realized that I barely even knew Michael. I had no right to be thinking about him like this and yet here I am.
Everytime my phone lit up I hoped it would be him but it never was. Maybe some things just can't work out the way you want them to.
I groaned and threw my phone on my bed putting my head in my hands. Why is life so stressful?
I raised my head up and picked up my phone again checking to make sure I didn't have a message.
Of course I didn't I don't know why I was even checking.
Why would he want to text a girl like me?
Michael deserves so much better than a train wreck like myself.
By now tears were flowing streaming down my face. I had grown used to this over time. Sitting in my bed crying alone for hours.
Actually I hadn't done this since I came to Australia. But I guess some things never change.
I dont even know why I was so upset. It's not like he liked me or anything. I don't even know what to think anymore.
I stood up and trudged to the bathroom. Leaning against the wall and sliding down till I was on the floor. I looked around and breathed. After I had stopped you know what this is what I would have to do to calm myself down and to keep myself from going back to it. So I sat in the corner of my bathroom and I just breathed. In and out. In and out. In and out.
I was in the bathroom for about 45 minutes and I had finally calmed down. The tears were gone, my breathing had steadied, and my fingers were no longer itching to reunite with my old friend.
In the distance I could hear the faint sound of my phone going off. I figured it was Sunny so I got up and jogged to the bedroom so I wouldn't miss her call. I picked up my phone without even looking at the caller ID and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked my voice cracking from the previous state I had been in. Even though my tears were dry and I was calm now my voice had other plans.
"Hey Haven."
A chirpy voice rang through my ears. A very familiar chirpy voice. A masculine familiar chirpy voice. The sound of his voice sent shivers up my spine and I had to set down. I breathed in to keep myself from going into tears. I wasn't sure what to say so I said the only word I could manage to get out:
"M-Michael?"
Michael's POV
Finally after typing 20 messages and deleting them all I decided the hell with it and picked up to phone to call Haven.
Ring.
There was one ring.
Ring.
