“I will,” he says, the corner of his lips pulling up in a soft smile, popping the dimple I have very deep feelings for. “It’s where you’re from.”
I’m fucking melting, I swear I am, and we’re both just staring at each other in longing, in misery, in heartbreak.
Ty sighs and finally breaks the connection, listening to something one of his neighbors is saying, before scrunching up his nose as he meets my eyes again. “They’re parking the car, I have to go…”
“I know. That’s okay. Go enjoy your birthday.”
“I kinda don’t want to. I would rather keep talking to you all night.”
“I know,” I repeat. “You can call me when you get home and we can talk some more.”
“Won’t you be asleep?”
“You can always wake me up. Go, have fun. Go get drunk, but promise to send me pictures?”
“If you send me one as well.” He gives me a cheeky grin, and I know exactly what kind of picture he wants. “I love you, Jace.”
“I love you too, Ty.”
When the call shuts off, I swallow. It hurts a bit more every time.
Complying with his request right away, I open the camera app, lower my boxers a bit, and try to make a fun picture for him to hold on to tonight. I angle the phone and arrange my hand so only the tip is peeking out between my fingers, the base still behind the fabric. Smirking at the camera, I snap the pic.
I pull my boxers back up and can only grin as I send it and immediately get multiple replies.
Tyler:Oh fuck you. I’m stealing the car to go back home. Phone sex in twenty.
Tyler:Are there any red eyes tonight?
Tyler:Manu says you look hot
Tyler:He’s right
Tyler:Shit, I miss you
Me:Jesus, are you showing them my dick?
Tyler:No, he *happened* to peek over my shoulder when you sent it.
Me: *skull emoji*
Me:Omg. Don’t let him watch too long, he’ll get a stroke, he’s old. His heart won’t be able to take it.
*Tyler sends picture of Manu flipping the bird*
Me:Lol. Have fun, babe. I’ll call you tomorrow to give you your real present.
Tyler:I just want you
Me: Same.Love you. <3<3<3
Tyler:*three duck emoji’s*
That last one was probably Lamar. If my heart could break further, it would. I close the thread because I don’t trust myself to stop texting and keep him from his fun night out, and open a thread with someone else, to confirm my gift is still good to go.
“What are you doing? Are you okay? Why did you disappear so fast?”
I look up from my phone as the curtain opens and my best friend and unofficial leader of our band, Missy, appears. Since I’m on the top bunk, she’s at eye level. Her black brows are drawn, a towel wrapped around her hair and her gigantic bag of toiletries in her hand. She must’ve come back and hit the shower while I was calling Tyler.
