Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone cause, I cant fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
I know that I probably look a mess right now. For an hour now I've been losing on my couch in self pity. My hair scrawled around my head in a way that's sure to leave knots when I get up. My makeup smeared around my bloodshot eyes. My sparkling mini-skirt and crop top twisted uncomfortably around my body. One foot bare and the other enclosed in a ridiculously tall heel. Then, to top it all off a bottle of wine wreaked in my arm, clutched to myself.
Being kicked out of the club should've been my first sign to stop drinking, one I clearly did not listen to.
In the time I've been home I've already made a mess of my apartment. Dragging every memory of him into my living room and throwing it onto the floor. At the club I had made some speech about how this would be the night. The night I officially got over him. Now that I stare at all of these things scattered around me, I can't bring myself to toss it.
It didn't help that my friends were being extra shifty tonight. I'd finally found the perfect rebound. A big, beautiful idiot who was only looking for a one night stand to spend the night with. One bathroom trip later and I came back to see one of my friends shoving her tongue down his throat.
"He's not right for you." She said as he nipped at her neck. "You don't do casual."
Storming away from her I searched for my other friend, hoping to rant about her inconsideration. Only to be interrupted in the middle of my ranting.
"So if you're actually over Tony now, would it be cool of I hit him up? I just feel like he and I had really good chemistry." She slurred, grasping my shoulder.
I hadn't even processed my actions until I was being drug outside by security. The club doesn't tolerate violence apparently. I looked at my hands with my hazy gaze to se ebruised knuckles, suddenly remembering how I punched my friend in the face.
You would think I regretted my actions tonight. They weren't mature or responsible. But all I can think about is how proud Tony would be. He always hated my friends.
My thoughts raced through my brain. I took a large drink of my wine, some of it spilling down my chin. I looked at the clock. 1:15. He'd be awake.
It's a quarter after one,
I'm all alone and I need you now.
I just need you now.
I told him I wouldn't call him. I told him this would be the end of us. To expect to never see me again. He had chosen his work over me one too many times. Missing important events and dates.
Now, though. Now I stare at my phone knowing he would answer. Knowing that I miss him so much that it makes my chest hurt. Knowing that it would hold me back that much more in trying to get over him.
Before I knew it the phone was in my hand my thumb lingered over his contact. Tony Balogna in all caps with a picture of him eating a sandwich sitting above it. Then, after a moment of thought, the ladies if my finger tapped the screen.
The dull ringing echoed in my ear. My stomach lurching nervously as it range once. Twice. Three times. I wonder if Fantasy by Mariah Carey was ringing through his lab right now, or if the default ring tone had taken its place.
"Baby doll?" Wide awake his voice carried through the phone. "Its late. What are you doing up?"
I forgot how to breath for just a moment. It has been months since I heard that let name leave his lips. I knew he would answer, why am I so shocked to hear his voice.
