Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

04

I woke up at three in the morning with the sound of my phone screaming from underneath me. I let out a quiet groan of confusion as I shifted on the couch, reaching my hand under my body to try and silence the annoying noise. The phone went silent just as I managed to retrieve the hollering device from
underneath me. I narrowed my eyes at the screen as the notification of the missed call appeared on the screen. The number was unfamiliar and with no intention of calling them back, I set my phone on silent and placed it on the small coffee table in front of me.

The movie I was watching had long finished but the tv remained on. I quickly flipped it off and pulled the blanket tighter around me, deciding that the bed was entirely too far away for me to get to and I would just have to spend the night on the couch. My phone lit up a moment later, catching my eyes before I shut them again to get back to sleep. I reached over and pulled the phone closer, noticing a new voice mail notification from the number that had called me. I clicked on it and held my phone to my ear, pursing my lips in annoyance figuring psomeone had given Austin my number and his drunken voicemails were now my problems.

The voicemail began and all I could hear was loud club music and the faint sounds of people talking. There was a short pause before a voice finally spoke.

"Hey...Hey Regan! It's Smitty! Answer your phone!" I couldn't help the smile creeping onto my face as I listened to him continue to drunkenly ramble down the phone, begging me to answer.

"We're out here, you should come! We miss you!" He beamed, followed by a short burst of howling laughter. I shook my head, enjoying that I was on someone's mind even though they were hammered.

Smitty let out another loud laugh, "Austin! Here!" He called out. I groaned softly but still listened.
"Regan?" Austin's voice asked faintly.

"It's a voicemail, you idiot!" I heard Smitty scold from the background.
Austin laughed down the phone and mumbled something to someone close by. I could hear the rustling of his jacket as he walked somewhere and soon the club music faded away.
I heard him take a long drag of his cigarette and exhale harshly, the phone still recording his every move.
"Regan, I miss you," he said softly, "I've missed you so much. And I know I'm drunk right now, but I mean it."
He sighed and cleared his throat, "We should talk."

At that, the voicemail cut off. I let out a quiet huff and rolled my eyes, "We should talk," I mocked sarcastically as I quickly added Smitty's number into my phone. I double checked that my alarms were still set and as I went to put my phone down, Smitty's name flashed across the screen as another drunken phone call came through.
I sat up on the couch and let out a quiet huff, relenting that sleep would have just have to wait and slid 'accept' on the call.

"You know, most people are asleep at this hour," I teased, a smirk tugging at my lips as I answered.

The other line was silent and as I opened my mouth to speak again, a familiar voice cut me off, "Regan, don't hang up," Austin's wavering voice responded. I squeezed my eyes shut, annoyed at myself that I had answered and sighed softly. Before I could respond, he spoke up again.
"Please, just hear me out," He begged, "Can we please talk?"

"We're talking now."

Austin scoffed, "Regan stop it! Stop doing this, just please, let me explain."

"No," I responded curtly, pulling the phone away from my ear and ending the call abruptly. I set my phone down on the table and laid back down, ready to finally get some much-needed shut-eye and pulled the blankets tight around me. I closed my eyes but from behind my eyelids, I could see the bright light
illuminating from my phone as another incoming call came through.
I groaned and reached forward, flipping my phone over so the screen was down and unable to further disturb me. I pulled the blanket over my head, making sure that not even the slightest bit of light could get through and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke later than I should have, silencing my alarm more than once and sleeping through the one that was meant to be 'the last' .I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and let out a loud yawn, feeling like I could sleep for another eight hours if allowed to. I pulled my phone off the table, slightly nervous at what might be waiting for me. I had missed calls from Smitty, which I assumed were from Austin, texts from Smitty and Adam and too many e-mails for me to count. Adam had text me ten minutes ago and I figured I'd start with his first.