It's been a week since I left New York. Pete and I have talked every day. He'd even bought his plane ticket to come and visit me next week. My friends were sick of the dorky grin I kept having on my face whenever I'd get a message from him.
My line had dropped and everyone was buzzing about it. I'd already seen a few people wearing it when I went to Target. I kept getting tagged in posts of people wearing it. Pete had bought one of the jackets and sent me a picture of him wearing it, not giving one damn that it was a woman's jacket.
"You know that you probably need to clean your room before your boyfriend comes." My best friend, Diane, told me.
I groaned, knowing that she was right. My three bedroom apartment was nice. I had my "bedroom" that I used to post photos from and used as a guest room. One of my other rooms was my home gym and office. Then there was the master bedroom which was my personal bedroom. The master was also known at the disaster zone. There's a reason that I used another room as my room for photos.
I didn't mean to be a messy person. Sometimes it just happens. I'd been doing better about keeping my apartment organized. That organization just didn't follow to my room. Most people weren't allowed in my personal room cause of how bad it is. I wouldn't be able to hide it from Pete though. He's going to be staying with me for a week. One week is a long time to hide how messy I am.
"I really wish my closet was just big enough to shove everything into." I sighed.
My apartment was great. The kitchen had plenty of storage. Unfortunately the closets weren't as well set up. Currently my walk in closet was filled to the max with all kinds of different clothes. The sad thing is that I didn't even have most of my clothes hung up. I'd run out of space a while ago.
"I'll help you find a spot to shove everything." she says.
"You're the best." I tell her.
My phone started to ring. I looked at the screen to see a request for a FaceTime call with Pete. Immediately I answer it. Instead of seeing Pete's face, I'm greeted by Kevin the alien now wearing the jacket from my collection.
"Well hello, Kevin." I say.
"Cheating on me with my alien?" Pete jokes, turning the camera to face him.
"I'm sorry, he's just such a smooth talker." I laugh.
"Soooooo my friend is going to be having a concert while I'm visiting and he wants us to come." he says. "I told him I'm down but that I had to ask you first."
"And what did he say to that?"
"That I'm whipped." Pete tells me. "What do you think?"
"I'd love to meet your friends. A concert is a perk too. Who is it?" I know that he has several musician friends. For the life of me I can't remember all of the concerts that are going on in town this month which meant I had no clue who he was talking about.
"Machine Gun Kelly." he says.
"Really?" I ask getting excited. "I love his music."
Pete rubs the back of his neck. "Huh, didn't know you were a fan."
"His music is great to work out to."
"Yeah, it's pretty dope." He says. "I'll go call him and say that you're down."
Without saying anything else Pete hangs up. I frown at this. He normally says more before hanging up on me. Perhaps I shouldn't think too much about it. He probably had MGK waiting immediately for an answer. That had to be it.
"That was short." Dianne comments.
"Did I say anything wrong?" I ask her, wanting to know if she picked up on anything.
She shook her head. "I dunno. He just kinda flipped."
"Maybe he's having an off day." I say, trying to just brush it off.
Instead of focusing more on why Pete was being weird, Dianne and I went to work on the disaster zone called my room. For the first time in two months I folded all of the clean clothes that were in my laundry baskets. We put everything away into different drawers and places. I did cheat a bit by hiding some of my junk inside of my suitcases. After three hours it looked like a room that people could inhabit once again.
"Now the goal is to keep it this clean." Dianne says, looking around at our handy work.
"And if I can't you'll come help me throw everything into the trunk of my car Sunday morning?" I ask, hoping she'd be tricked into helping me once again.
She laughs. "Girl, you have a serious problem. Maybe you should just sleep on the couch and never enter your room until he comes."
"That might be the best idea." I agree with a grin.
We go out to dinner before parting ways for the night. Once I'm back home I decide on trying to FaceTime Pete. We'd been FaceTiming each other before bed for the past week. It's funny how I had easily fallen into a schedule with him. I couldn't help but feel disappointed when he declined my call.
'Just thought I'd try to call you before bed. I'll try calling tomorrow. Good night, can't wait to see you next week.' I text him before putting my phone on the charger.
With a sigh, I lean back on the couch. Maybe he's busy. I can't expect him to answer every time that I called or texted. I wasn't going to be that clingy girlfriend. It wasn't my style. Not to mention the fact that it was too soon into our relationship for me to do that. I don't want to come off as crazy.
My anxiety wasn't doing any better when he responded with just an okay. I couldn't help but be a little hurt by it. I grab my pillow, giving it a little squeeze as I try to comfort myself.
He's busy. That's it. He's just busy.
