#minis writing

Then suddenly you stop replying , No replies . No little “mhm” texts . Nothing .

Jack stares at the last conversation from a few days ago longer than he should , thumb hovering over the keyboard before he finally calls you . Once . Twice , it didn’t really even get to the second ring it just went Straight to voicemail .

By the third day , your not even in for your shift , he’s rubbing a hand down his face in the break room , exhausted from shift after shift but unable to shake the feeling crawling under his skin . Something’s wrong .

Because you don’t just disappear on him .

Not after making him memorize the sound of your laugh over voice messages at two in the morning . Not after getting him used to hearing his name from your sweet beautiful voice , he can’t get you outta his head , “somethings wrong he though to him self …

C’mon…” he mutters quietly when another text goes on read but not replied Feeling defeated, not sure what to think or if he did something wrong he wished you just tell him .

You finally answer close to midnight .

just tired. sorry.

Jack reads it instantly . Jaw tightens . Because he knows tired doesn’t sound like this . Tired doesn’t vanish for days .

His fingers move before he can overthink it .

( “You came.” “You called..” )

you pace back in forth around your bed in your bedroom like it's the only thing keeping you steady, like if you stop moving you'll feel it all at once, the wanting, the need to feel him close, his voice in your head that never really leaves.

your phone is already in your hand, thumb hovering over his name that lights up on your screen... " Should I? Or shouldn't... you know it's a bad idea to do it... you go sit at the edge of your bed your knees a little shaky.. "you actually did it, you actually hit the call button "

It nearly rang when he picked up, "yeah " he says his voice little rough.... "Andrew" you're voice cracking just a little as you try to clear your throat...

"Hey he says slower this time, is everything okay?.... Please you say can you just come over? "yeah?" softer this time. less distance. your fingers tighten around the phone. you almost don't say it. you should hang up. you should not be doing this again. You should just not want him, but you do anyway. "i need you."

I'm on my way, is your location on? He asked .. you nod, "yeah" you say I'm at my apartment you say softly... "give me five minutes

"two if I run the red lights he says...