Lovino crumples a napkin and throws it next to a used cigarette, lips pursed in a scowl. The room smells stale and the air is choking, causing even Gilbert to bite back a cough, eyes searching as he sits on the edge of the bed. “You okay?”
(more) “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”
“I called you five times!”
“So get the /message/.”
Gilbert pauses at that, fingers moving across scratchy sheets. “This shithole doesn’t suit you. Come back.”
Lovino just rolls his eyes and lights another cigarette.
“Just tell me what you want and I’ll buy it!”
“I’m not a whore.”
There’s a scoff and the sound of the chair sliding across creaky floorboards. “Fuck off. Begging doesn’t suit /you/.”
“Maybe I love you.”
“Love doesn’t suit you either.”
“You’re such a bitch.” Gilbert smiles as he says it though, all teeth as he stands and grabs the cigarette from tanned fingers. Lovino wonders if he does love him. Not that he particularly cares.
“I /said/, fuck off.”
“I’d rather fuck you…”
Lovino grabs the cigarette back, not at all impressed. “You fucking done?”
“Just call me when you get sick of cheap motels.”
this was the 5th time he had called. the /5th time/. where was he, and why wouldn't he pick up his stupid goddamn phone?
lovino was downright angry. well, he usually was, but this time he was super angry. he had made plans with alfred to visit the(more) park with him, and the bastard was 40 minutes late. and no matter how many texts he sent and how many calls he made, alfred wouldn't reply.
he was sure that he was in the right spot. alfred had said to meet him by the fountain. now, lovino was starting to worry. so he picked up the phone and called him again.
voicemail. again. oh, shit. that stupid guy didn't even care. alfred didn't even want to see lovino. he just tricked lovino into coming so he could embarrass himself. just when he had gotten his hopes up everything-
"hey, dude! i finally found ya!" there he was!
"where were you? you're 40 minutes late and you missed all SIX of my calls, dammit! and you lost me even though this was the place you told me to meet?" lovino started bickering.
"ha, my phone was off. i thought i told you to meet over by the benches, but whatever." alfred replied with a smile.
"that still doesn't answer why you were late." lovino frowned. alfred was thinking of making up a big story as an excuse, but decided against it. lovino would've seen right through his hero-ish tale of little girls and falling ice cream.
She leaned back on her chair, taking solace in this gesture. It was short lived once a familiar tone had made itself audible. She regressed back in a state fear as she shot up from her seat. Her phone continued to jingle in the middle of the room, she let(more) it vibrate on her redwood coffee table as it played her favorite horror theme. She walked towards her cell phone, her strides quickened when she realized her phone was vibrating at the edge of the table.
She picked up the phone while looking at it over, anxiety building up as she sees the name of her boyfriend on the display. She let the phone ring out, 7 missed call was visible to her screen, moments later a voice mail was added to her queue of five. She worked up the nerve to listen, still unsettled from the last voice mail.
"You saw didn't yo-" she skipped ahead as she had listened to it already. "You know what will happen if you tel-" she skipped again. "You better pick up if you know whats good for you." She quivered slightly as his voice grew more sinister. "I'm glad you saw it, I wish for you to be apart of it soon." Tears were brimming on the corner of her eyes, as she recalled the ghastly sight.
"I'm coming to get you." She dropped the phone in panic, his voice prominent as if he was in the room with her. She scrambled for her phone with the thought of reaching the police, before she could, she made out a eerie voice coming from her phone. "I'm at the door."(less)
I sincerely wish that I weren't so inebriated when I left you those messages. I know you thought that I was a drunk mess that couldn't contain feelings that had been left to boil over these last few months. But what you should have known was that it was the(more) first time I had been honest with myself when it came to letting you know how I felt.
Three missed calls. How does one feel when the past comes back from the dead with vengeance in the way of a phone? Hell if I know because all though you've always been on my mind, you have never come back around. You left me high and dry without a single trace or memory of a happier time. And for me? I left them where ever I could. I walked around, leaving traces of my pheromones so that you could catch a scent of my existence. I left pieces of me in all of our places so that somehow, I could get you to remember that I do exist in a happier time. That I was a memory that deserved to be preserved.
But those missed calls. They were mine in a moment of vulnerability. They were the last piece of my dignity and I willingly made them as a peace offering. They were the last time I would ever be a part of your existence and like every other signal I gave out to you, they were missed.(less)
I call you because I want to be wrapped in your words. Your voice gets into me, it reaches to my cuticles. A cinematic experience - a way for me to watch the words through your vowels, your enunciation and pronunciation. Because you fold your thoughts and let me(more) taste them; you whisper and my eyes widen, and I wonder how I knew what an experience was before you ever told me a story.
but endless ringing is not what I signed up for. an automated voice mail is not you. you say you're not there, prompt me to leave a message and I hang up wondering if even when you say you're there, are you ever?