𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | dealor

the second telephone call

short and sweet!

It was 7 o'clock in the morning when the telephone rang. The loud chiming sounded all throughout the house and it even managed to bring John out from his slumber. Maybe that was because he knew exactly who was on the other end of the line.

"Good morning sleepy head! I woke you, didn't I?" Roger's gruff yet adorably tired voice spoke out from the phone. John smiled shyly.

"Yes, you did. I was having a lovely dream, too." He admitted, brushing some of his knotted hair out from his face. It was bordering on greasy and he was to hop straight into the shower after his and Roger's phone call.

"Ooh, what about? Was I in it?" Roger flirted, but John didn't pick up on the flirtatious manner.

"No, actually. My nonno was in it, though."

He almost heard Roger's eyebrow raise in confusion. "Nonno?" He wondered.

"My grandfather. 'Nonno' just means grandfather. 'Nonna' is grandmother."

"Ohh, that makes sense. What happened in it?"

John sat down in the chair that was situated in-front of the telephone, which was sat upon the small oak table.

"I have the same dream almost every night." John stated. "It's just me and my nonno walking through the park not far from the house. He died before I was born."

"It sounds beautiful. What does he look like?" Roger asked.

The youngest looked down at the floor with a hint of a frown on his face. "He's just faceless. I never met him so I have no idea what he looks like. Nonna doesn't have any pictures of him either."

He twiddled with the phone wire around his pointer finger and looked at the pale yellow walls of the house. On the far wall there was a picture of him and his nonna around five years ago, standing in front of a huge apricot tree. His nonna always made the best apricot juice.

"Huh. He must have been handsome if he's your grandfather." Is Roger flirting with me? John pondered. Nah.

John decided not to answer the question and instead focused his eyes on the buttons on the blue telephone which sat before him.

"What's the weather like in London?" John decided to come out with.

Roger let out a sigh. "The usual. Rainy and cloudy. How's Crema?"

John was surprised he remembered the small Italian village where he resided. "The usual. Blistering sun, zero clouds."

"God, you're lucky. I'd kill to have some sunshine right now."

"You should get on a plane. We could go swimming." John playfully added, smiling a toothy smile at the thought of Roger actually getting on a plane just to come visit him and go swimming in the lake.

"Believe me, i'm tempted. But it's market day... as usual."

"Ahh," John answered. "I'll come to your market one day. I bet it's wild."

The blonde chuckled. "Oh it is. Freddie comes in everyday with a hamper full of his old clothes. He once came in with lacy underwear!"

John howled with laughter. "Where did he get those from?"

"God knows, but I think they were for men. They had a penis pouch."

John squealed. "Roger! Stop!" He faked to gag, leaving Roger in hysterics.

"As much as i'd love to keep talking to you and as much as i'd love to hear that voice forever, I must go. Gotta take a shower."

"Ah, me too. Will you send me a letter?" John wondered.

"Of course I will. Should be on it's way as we speak."