Drugs & Gloves

A wrong call? Or?

Too drunk, too druged to think, she took her phone and called him. Owen picken up, Hope it said on the screen.
"Hey fuck wanna? Ha ready, I drunk"
"Hope?"
She had called the wrong guy. Or did she?
"Kevin? Voice weird"
Her head not processing the situation. Too drunk to think anything through. She knew Kevin been hitting on her, but she never wanted him however now too dizzy to think straight. She just did what her drunk self told her to.
"It is Owen, you okay?"
"Owen?"
Something hit her and she was back,
"Shit! Asshole, why you calling!?"
"You called me"
"Fuck!"
"And you wanted to Fuck me?"
"Fuck me..."
she cursed quietly not meaning for him to hear.
"Hope how drunk are you?"
"Asshole that is not what I meant!"
Embaressed she bit her lip not knowing what to say. He laughed in the phone, wrapping his hand in a blanket to stop it from bleeding. Holding the other one tight around his phone. Not caring that that one was still bleeding a bit. Hearing his voice was like medicin for her lost soul. She smiled.
"Kevin Huh?"
"Fuck you"
"Come on girl decide, me or him?"
They both laughed. It is crazy how one person can make you feel. Flipp your whole mood around. Relieve the pain. Make you smile. They missed each other. More then everything. It was like they were twelve again and the got to know what happens when parents make love.
"I am going to wait intill I am an adult. Maybe married. I want to be a good father"
"You will be the best one"
He smiled. They had switched roles. He was shy, wanted to wait. She was open, loved trying new things. She said,
"And I will wait for you, you know why? You are the one I want to make a baby with!"
"Disgusting!"
They both were only twelve and laughed at their own jokes. They had the best friendship where you could be yourself and never be judged. They knew they were each others soulmates.

"So Kevin you say?"
"No, idiot I am still waiting for you"
He said nothing. Cheeks heating up. Was she really that drunk or was she serious? he could not tell if her hand was twitching on the other side of the phone.
"So you did not? You know?"
"Fuck Kevin? No, he is ugly inside and out"
Most people can't talk when they are that drugged but she drugged herself so often that it wore of faster and she could drink a lot before she was actually wasted. He smiled on the other side of the phone.
"You drunk?"
"Not enough"
She heard his wonderful laugh again, she missed it. Hearing it made her heart feel a little less broken. The void was slowly filled. Her soul finding it's way home.
"I still want to make the baby with you"
"No comment"
She laughed, her laugh was soft yet so real. He missed it so much. He missed everything about her.
"You know I am still virgin because I want you"
"You are definitely drunk"
"Maybe, but I am serious..."
She did not know if it was herself speaking or it the drugs suddenly kicked in again but she said it anyway.
"I love you Owen"
Then she turned off the phone. Did not want to hear his answer.

He was left with I love you Owen and a beep phone call ended. Never had he felt so confused.