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    Like A Million Parachutes – (Chapter: Chapter One)

    Story written on September 13, 2008 by ianwhitia.
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    After two years apart, do they still have a chance?

    “Okay baby.  I’ll just stay at my apartment in tonight then, you know I hate getting up early.  Can I read the lyrics?”

    There was no song.

    “You know I don’t like you reading my stuff before it’s recorded!”

    “Ugh.  Okay.  Please?”

    “No.”

    She comes and sits on my lap and starts to sob.  I hate it when she cries.

    “What’s wrong honey?”

    “You won’t show me.”

    “I don’t ever show you.”

    “I know.”

    I kiss her cheek and begin to yawn.

    “Sleepy?”
    “Yeah.”

    “Want me to tuck you in?”

    “Please.”

    I go and lay in bed and she kisses me on the cheek.

    “Goodnight sweetie.”

    “Goodnight.”

    The lights went out.  I’m a bad girlfriend.  She really is a sweet girl.  Soon the door clicks shut, and I can hear her locking the door from the outside.

    Freedom.

    I don’t reach for the phone.  I know Lindsay will call when she gets home to check on me.  I know we’ll be on the phone for about an hour, then I really will be tired.

    I drift off to sleep.

    She doesn’t call because the next thing I know my alarm is going off at 6 a.m.  I must’ve really seemed tired.  Maybe I was.

    I reached for my cell phone now.  Yes, it’s 6 a.m., but she’ll be awake.  She’s always up at 6 a.m. to work out.

    I take a deep breath.

    Ring.

    Ring.

    Ring.

    Ring.

    “Hey, this is Spencer.  I can’t get to the pho…”

    Click.

    Dammit.  I wonder if she was there but sent it to voicemail.  I wonder if she’s still asleep.  I wonder if she has a girlfriend.  I wonder…

    Ring.

    Ring.

    “Hello?  Spencer?”

    “Hey Ash.  Is everything okay?”

    “Yeah.  I’ve just…I’ve just been thinking about you and wanted to talk to you.”

    “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to me.  Are you still with Lindsay?”

    “Yeah.  She stayed at her apartment last night.”

    “Oh…I see.”

    “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

    “Yeah, I’m okay.”

    “Are you seeing anyone?”

    “I’ve been dating…but no relationships.”

    “That’s good.”

    “I guess so.”

    This is awkward.  Long pause.

    “Well, I’m off for my run.  Thanks for the call Ash!”

    “Wait.”

    “What?”

    “Will you be here for Thanksgiving?”

    “Yeah.”

    “When?”

    “Next Tuesday.”

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