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I'm back home and my heart is hammering as I listen to her dial tone, but I can still feel each individual squeeze and every single thump against my ribcage. I'm dying for her to pick up, but at the same time I'd rather shoot myself in the knee than talk to her. I'll screw up. I'll say something wrong, or stupid, and I'll break the fragile web of mystery that pulls me inexorably to her.

I look down at my wrist and I see her brand standing out against my pale skin. The sight sends a jolt through my stomach and I almost put the phone down, but then I hear a metallic click and I realize—she picked up.

I start babbling. "Hey—it's, um, Jared, from the subway—you drew a picture of me and you wrote your number on my arm and, um…" I cut myself off and wince. Did I screw up already?

There's a silence, and it extends for five torturous beats of my palpitating heart. Then her laugh bubbles through the tinny cellphone speakers and my knees go weak.

"Hey, Jared." I can hear the smile in her voice—that ¬voice. It's warm and smooth, like chocolate, and the effect it has on me reinforces the fact that I am royally screwed. I don't have time to dwell on this, because she's talking again.

"I hope I didn't freak you out back there," she says, in a gentle murmur that feels like it's just for me.

God, Jared, stop it. She's talking normal. And of course it's for you—you're on the phone with her. I take a deep breath as silently as I can. "No, not at all."

"I couldn't resist drawing you," she continues, sending my heart into convulsions. "Has anyone ever told you that you have amazing bone structure?" There's a giggle in her voice.

I laugh, and even as the sound escapes my mouth I can tell how breathy and nervous and ridiculous it is. I managed to stutter out a 'nope', or something equally inane.

She lets out a sort of hum, like she's shifting around and just found a comfortable spot. "I have a proposition for you."

So screwed.

"Meet me for coffee? The Starbucks on 14th, maybe?"

"Yes." Relax! "Um, yeah. Sounds great." A grin is taking over my entire face.

"Great!" I can feel the pleasure in her voice—she actually wants to see me. It feels like someone just tasered the pit of my stomach. She keeps talking. "Tomorrow morning, okay? Six."

"Yeah," I say. Only after it's out of my mouth do I realize that six is early.

She treats me to another laugh. "Okay. Bye, Jared." Her receiver clicks.

I stand there until my heart slows again. I'm absolutely screwed. This girl has me whipped, has me pining for her like a puppy, has me hooked on her like an addict—and I don't even know her name.
See, I've written 19 pages of this. Sometimes I forking adore it, and other times I'm dangerously close to just deleting it and forgetting I ever wrote it. :iconheaddeskplz:

Anyway, I'd very much appreciate your brutality--I mean thoughts. :dummy:

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breezybrutality Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I love it ♥
disrhythmic Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2012
Thanks, love. <3
anisia-gypsy Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't mean to pry, but are you going to be posting more of this? Your writing has a way of drawing me in... I feel like I absolutely must read the next part!

You really have a knack for writing honestly, and it's a beautiful thing to feel like I'm seventeen again and experiencing these things with your characters. There is such purity and clarity in your style.... it's simply mesmerizing.
disrhythmic Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2011
Thank you very much! :huggle:

I do have more of this written, but it stalled towards the end and I haven't finished it. I'll have to revisit it one of these days... anyway, yes, I'll post some more chapters. ^^
anisia-gypsy Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I sincerely look forward to reading them!
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