Falling

Chapter Four

Dawsons P.O.V.

I sit in the car waiting for Dallas to come back from getting our pizza. I stare at my contacts, more specifically Cat's contact, I've been staring at it since she gave me her number. Dallas gets back in the car, startling me. He looks at me with a questionable look but a smile on his face. "You look happy did Brooklyn text you," I ask teasingly. "Shut the fuck up," he mumbles and I punch his arm playfully. "She's turned, you soft man," I say and he laughs, "You know that girl is in the shop right now waiting on pizza," he says pointing to Cat's contact. I look up at him and raise an eyebrow, "She is?" I ask and he nods before turning the car on and handing me the pizza. Dallas begins to drive then pipes up, "You need to text her," he says and I look at him, "Who? Cat," I ask and he nods. "Who else would I be talking about," he says in a duh voice and I nod. "I don't talk to girls that is your thing. Well was your thing before my best friend came into the picture," I say and he laughs, "Oh come on you love that Brooklyn and I are together," he says jokingly and I shrug. "You two are happy together which is what matters," I say.

Silently wishing I could be as happy as they were. I never felt that kind of happiness before I thought Madison gave me that happiness but I was wrong. All she wanted was to use me and I stupidly let her. Dallas always says I wasn't stupid I was just in love, I always feel bad because I haven't told Brooklyn but I can't. I know she wouldn't judge me but, I only trust Dallas with stuff like this does that make me a bad friend? Dallas pulls up to the house and we hope out, mom and dad are out at some dinner with some friends. Dallas unlocks the house and I carry in the pizza and set it on the coffee table in front of the TV. Dallas falls onto the couch and starts scrolling through Netflix for something to watch while I go into the kitchen and grab two cokes from the fridge and walk back before sitting on the couch. "Find anything to watch," I ask and he shakes his head. He scrolls for a bit before we end up watching "All American" very suiting because Dallas and I used to play with one of our friends Asher before he moved to LA for college. We eat our pizza and drink our cokes and end up watching two episodes of the show before Dallas pauses it and looks at me. "You text that girl yet," he asks and I shake my head, "Did you need to. I may have told her that you will," Dallas says. "You did what," I ask snapping my head to look at him. He shrugs and opens his phone then texts Brooklyn, "See easy," he says and I laugh, "Dude that's your girlfriend there's a difference." 

Reluctantly I take out my phone and open to Cats contact and hit the "message" button. I stare at the screen for a minute before asking Dallas what to do. He shrugs and picks up the empty pizza container. Asshole. After staring for way too long I  finally text her

Cat :)
"Hey it's Dawson you know the dude you spilt your drink on" -7:40PM

I want zero shit for the smiley face that was her doing. Dallas walks back and looks at the message, "Really," he asks and I nod, "Shut up," I mutter. 

Cat :)
"Hey, just an FYI it should be spilled but whatever," -7:41 PM

"Dude she's the grammar police isn't she," Dallas laugh,s and I shrug, "I don't know, maybe, so what," I ask and look up at him. He raises his hands as a sign of giving up, "Nothing. Now, as for me I can actually talk to my girlfriend so I'll be on the phone with her," he says and begins to walk upstairs while raising his phone to his ear, a sign he's already dialed Brooklyn's number, "She's not my girlfriend," I yell at him and he looks at me, "Yet," he says then starts talking on his phone and going into his room. I sit on the couch for a while debating what to ask her.

Cat :)
"Grammer police?" -7:45 PM

"I just enjoy it when someone uses good grammar." -7:45 PM 

"Got it. What's your worst pet peeve when it comes to grammar?" -7:46 PM

"Oh, definitely when someone uses the wrong  "to" I hate it." -7:46 PM

Of course, that'd be her pet peeve and I make a mental note to use the wrong "to" someday. We continue to talk about random shit for a while as I get changed into sweatpants and no shirt. I am, however, surprised Brook didn't come over but then again I wouldn't be surprised if Dallas went to her's. After a while of texting, I say "fuck it" and hit the call button. It rings for a minute before she answers. "Hi," I say into the phone. "Sorry for calling I know it's kinda late," after I say that I realize how much of a grandpa I sound like. Eleven is late? I don't sleep till like three AM granted I try to go to sleep earlier but whatever.  "It's okay I don't sleep till like 2 AM or later anyway," she says and I hear her accent for the first time tonight and it makes my heart skip a beat. "Fuck stop Dawson you know better" I remind myself before speaking.  "I feel that,"  I say. We talk for what feels like forever and as the night goes on I slowly start to get tired but refuse to get off the phone. I begin to talk about a show called "Amazing Race". She goes quiet as I talk and I assume she's listening until I hear a small sound gasp. What?  I continue to talk and as I do I realize she hasn't spoken in a while.

 "You okay," I ask and she takes a minute before saying "Yes". What the hell is she doing?  I go back to talk about my show when I hear small sounds that almost sound like a moan? What the hell is she doing? I ramble for a bit longer with a small smirk when I realize what she's doing. I let her have her fun for a while before I go silent for a minute then speaking up. "Cat? You still there? You've been very quiet," I ask. "Yeah, yeah fine just listening," She replies. I call bullshit. Deciding not to give her a hard time I go with it. "Sorry for going on that tangent, the Amazing Race just gets me worked up I swear."   "No, I totally get that," she says and I stifle a laugh and move my sheets. "Where are you," She asks ask after a minute. "In my room, why," I say with a smirk on my face. "Are you excited for Christmas in a new country," I ask. "Yeah, I think it'll be fun,"  She states simply. I glance at the clock to see it's nearly 2 AM and I should probably decide to sleep, "I should go it's getting late," I say. "I'll text you tomorrow?" she asks and I nod before realizing she can't see me, "Yeah, text me." I pause for a second, "Good night, Cat,"    "Good night, Dawson," she says and I hang up and set the phone on my chest and I smile at the ceiling. What the hell am I doing?