I am supposed to be an Ice Queen. Believe it or not Myrna's fic does little for me. BUT THEN YOU QUOTED vamphile Keeping It Together So I have little to say to you but this I was lying flat out, my face buried in the pillow. I pulled the phone close to my ear again, and sighed.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“I hate this part.”
He was quiet for a second. “Me, too.”
“I wish you were here.” I wanted him to hold me.
“Me, too.”
I sighed again, and scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up my t-shirt, and wiped my hand with it. I shifted the phone to my other hand, and wrapped my arm around myself, tucking my hand under my cheek. I could feel my hair brush against the back of my fingers.
“When I was here before, when I was living here, I couldn’t sleep a lot of nights. It was really hot, and I missed you, and I’d lie there sometimes and pretend you were holding me.”
I stopped talking for a minute, because I suddenly felt my throat close up and my eyes and nose start to burn. Brian didn’t say anything, but I could hear him breathing softly.
“Sometimes I’d touch my hair and pretend it was you touching it.” I probably shouldn’t have told him that.
There was a long silence on the other end, and I pulled back the phone to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.
He sounded pretty normal. “Did it help?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
Another long silence. God, I hated the fucking phone.
“I used to pretend, too.”
I felt that burning in my nose again, but I smiled, too. “Yeah? You missed me?”
“Whenever you were gone, Justin, I missed you.”
I rolled back onto my stomach, and rested my forehead on my arm. “Fuck.”
“Hey… don’t cry.”
“I’m not.”
Neither one of us talked for a while. Then Brian sighed. “We should go to sleep.”
“Yeah.”
There was another silence, and then I heard him give a sort of huff.
Ice Queen...remember...
I was lying flat out, my face buried in the pillow. I pulled the phone close to my ear again, and sighed.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“I hate this part.”
He was quiet for a second. “Me, too.”
“I wish you were here.” I wanted him to hold me.
“Me, too.”
I sighed again, and scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up my t-shirt, and wiped my hand with it. I shifted the phone to my other hand, and wrapped my arm around myself, tucking my hand under my cheek. I could feel my hair brush against the back of my fingers.
“When I was here before, when I was living here, I couldn’t sleep a lot of nights. It was really hot, and I missed you, and I’d lie there sometimes and pretend you were holding me.”
I stopped talking for a minute, because I suddenly felt my throat close up and my eyes and nose start to burn. Brian didn’t say anything, but I could hear him breathing softly.
“Sometimes I’d touch my hair and pretend it was you touching it.” I probably shouldn’t have told him that.
There was a long silence on the other end, and I pulled back the phone to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.
He sounded pretty normal. “Did it help?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
Another long silence. God, I hated the fucking phone.
“I used to pretend, too.”
I felt that burning in my nose again, but I smiled, too. “Yeah? You missed me?”
“Whenever you were gone, Justin, I missed you.”
I rolled back onto my stomach, and rested my forehead on my arm. “Fuck.”
“Hey… don’t cry.”
“I’m not.”
Neither one of us talked for a while. Then Brian sighed. “We should go to sleep.”
“Yeah.”
There was another silence, and then I heard him give a sort of huff.
“Have I mentioned how much I hate the phone?”
I laughed. “Once or twice.”
“Later.”
“Later.”
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