Phone Calls
I really wanted to answer my phone last night...and I had four opportunities to do so. But I guess I really didn't want to answer my phone. Who was on the other end? Matty. Matty, the boy who I kind of let slip out of my life because he wasn't convenient for me...and someone who left because I think he was tired of hearing about Derek.
So why's he calling again?
I kind of got the hint when his last message said, "I'm horny. I know you're probably horny. Let's hang out like old times."
And I kind of wanted to, but I kind of didn't.
(ed. note- It turns out that Chelle was at the same bar as Matty and he kept staring at his phone and "rubbing it like a pet"...as Chelle put it, "you're a wanted animal." But I don't know, I feel like I'm moving forward and that looks like a step back. But it could be a damn fun step back).
So why's he calling again?
I kind of got the hint when his last message said, "I'm horny. I know you're probably horny. Let's hang out like old times."
And I kind of wanted to, but I kind of didn't.
(ed. note- It turns out that Chelle was at the same bar as Matty and he kept staring at his phone and "rubbing it like a pet"...as Chelle put it, "you're a wanted animal." But I don't know, I feel like I'm moving forward and that looks like a step back. But it could be a damn fun step back).
Labels: booty calls, matty, the single life
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