Taking Chances (Rewritten Version)

Chapter Twenty

"Eager"

Brielle

                  

"I swear you're going to drive yourself nuts if you continue to stare at that phone, Bri."

I blinked, turning my attention away from my dark screened phone. He hadn't text me yet, and it had been a day. I was starting to get worried, but at the same time I realized that we weren't together, it'd only been a day, and there was no way he could be as worried as I was.

"He'll call," she assured me, maybe for the seventh time today. I awoke with my eyes on the phone, as it continued all day. But I never got so much as a word from him.

"I'm obsessing," I grumbled, throwing my phone on the bed. "I've been obsessing, and no one is making it any better."

"Shopping spree?" she suggested, hopeful eyes staring back at me.

She looked a little bit healthier, which I was glad for. I made sure to help her, too, because I still hated seeing her so thin. The best part was seeing her eyes brighter, much lighter and alive now.

I laughed, nodding my head despite the obvious fact to us both that I hated shopping. "I need it."

She jumped up in excitement and ran to the bathroom. I laughed once more as she unintentionally slammed the door closed.

The hotel room wasn't all that fancy, but it was definitely a place to sleep. I had a nightmare last night, and Claire tried to wake me up. Although it was nothing like Nate. I missed his arms, and his lips, and his warm smile, and who could forget those ice-blue eyes?

I shouted at myself in my thoughts, because it'd only been one day. I was definitely obsessing.

I got up and began pulling clothes on, and pulled my hair into a side braid with a French one running from the other side of my head. Just as I'd finished, my phone began blaring Katy Perry, and I jumped at the startle. I almost dove to grab it, quickly sliding my finger across the bottom of the screen.

"Hello?"

"Brielle. Hi."

His Irish accent entered my ears, a completely blissful sound that I felt like I hadn't heard in ages.

"Nate," I grinned. "Hey. I was a little convinced you wouldn't call."

"Have you been standing next to the phone all day?" he asked, and I could hear his smirk over the line.

I scratched the back of my neck, making it sound like I'd been hesitating to answer.

"Um, no."

He laughed, another sound I missed hearing.

"Brielle, I know you're lying."

"Well I didn't know whether I'd get to see you again after our little... episode."

I was sure he'd noticed the softness and awkwardness of my voice, which he didn't mention.

"I know... me too."

I began to ask him about his day, and what he'd been up to. He hadn't been up to much, so the conversation wasn't all that interesting. We rambled about a few things until we turned back on track.

"So how is the hotel room?"

I could feel the despair in his voice, as if hearing it wasn't enough. This made me frown.

"It's... I mean it's a room," I replied quietly. "I know nothing can beat your apartment, though. I felt more comfortable there."

"Well I think it misses you," he laughed.