phone works 2 ways, you know? — christopher o. sturniolo
“chris. this is unbelievable!” i cried. my eyes focused towards the boy in front of me.
“really y/n? how is any of this my fault?” Chris questioned, standing up.
“you. you’re here at my house, upset at me because i haven’t called you in months.” i stated, sniffling.
“yeah! and what’s so wrong with that, huh?” he asked, with a upset expression.
“you’re here uninvited! mad at me! everything is wrong with that! god, how many times do i have to explain it to you, huh?” i explained.
“you don’t call me. you never text. i don’t get even the slightest bit of conversation from you! but, you’re mad at me?” i scuff, shaking my head. “it’s unfair, cheistopher.” i sighed.
“how is it unfair, y/n?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face “explain it to me!”
god, i felt like an idiot for even thinking about opening my mouth to even explain to him why it’s unfair. yet, i still did anyway. i never listened to myself.
“oh, i don’t know. maybe all those nights i stayed up texting you. hoping for even a one word answer.” i defended. i could feel the salt from the tears pouring down my face.
“when have you ever texted me, y/n? i’ve…never received anything from you.” chris faltered, unsure if you were serious or not.
“of course you don’t.” i hissed, rolling my eyes.
“i text you for months on end. now, when i finally stop, you wanna come and see me? i mean, how is that fair? i wasted so many months waiting.” i croaked. i could feel the sensation of heat rising through my face, anger starting to set.
i felt so much anger towards him. i mean, how could chris just do that to me? he finally shows up at my house, but only after i stop messaging him. it doesn’t make any sense. all i ever did was wait for him, and it was all for nothing.
i mean, i loved him. but, it just wasn’t there anymore. i had moved on, i was finally happy. happy to start over in my love life.
“look, i’m sorry okay? i was just hoping you would call me.” chris replied, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“i did. god, i did, christopher. you were just always too damn busy.” i corrected, running my hands through my hair out of frustration.
“you just never called me.” i sighed, taking a deep breath.
“but, don’t just sit in front of me, waiting for me to call—you could’ve called me up.” i stammered.
