Cause I'm the right one
I grab my meticulous research and plop it down on my table.
On my touch tone
His phone, his everything. He's not dead, I know it.
Touch tone
I call the number I had assumed to be his.
Telephone
"Who's this?" A random voice answers.
I slowly put the phone down and put my head in my hands, I begin to start weeping into my palms.
"Hello?" I finally hear his voice.
I pick up the phone quicker than light could register.
"Creighton..." I say, through my tears and sobbing.
"Y/N..." I hear the phone move slightly.
I begin to look for the phone, it's a 45 minute drive on east coast. I grab my keys and start driving.
I'm the only one
40 minutes in, this stupid thing ran out of gas! Damnit.
I began running, I don't care anymore. I ran, for as long as my legs could until they finally gave up.
On my A.M
I look to the front and see Creighton.
"Y/N..." He says softly.
A.M Radio
He walks over to me and gives me a gentle kiss, I feel tears falling from my eyes.
Oh, I'm crying now.
"You big idiot, I love you so much for this though." He says gently.
"Well, I found you! Why did you go under the radar like that!? I was scared..." I said to him.
"I'm sorry love. I needed a break, Life is too hard and tiring." He mutters.
"I know, just- next time ask me okay? Do it like a normal person would." I tell him.
"Love, you chose me. Nothing I do will ever be normal." He says, teasingly.
"I was right."
"Yes I know."
Guess those days spent with Mr. Wolfe were worth it after all.
I found him at the touch of my telephone.
(Short but sweet, hope you liked it!)
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FanfictionOne-Shots with this guy cause why not? (None of the art belongs to me unless I say so) Disclamer: None of Cooking Diary belongs to me, this is fan-made and not canon.