Without realizing she had dialed the wrong number, she now leaned against the window of her City apartment and waited for the call to be answered. Her plan was to call the guy she had met the other day and invite him to hang out. The sun was starting to set and the city was starting to awaken for a night of revelry. It was something she planned to take part of to shake off the doldrums she had been feeling.
Presently she heard the phone pick-up on the other end and spoke before the other person could. “I know you’re not doing anything – least I’m pretty sure you’re not – so come on over. Okay? See you soon,” she talked fast, gave her address, and when done she quickly hung up the phone. She couldn’t believe she did that. What if someone else had answered his phone? What if he thought she was out of her mind for calling like that without letting him get a word in edgewise? There wasn’t anything to do now but wait and see what happened.
You claim it’s not in the cards
But fate is pulling you miles away
And out of reach from me
But you’re here in my heart
So who can stop me if I decide
That you’re my destiny?
Imagine his own surprise when his cellphone rang and the ID had said it was her. They hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. He still remembered how she walked out after the incident, shaking her head in disbelief. Now she was calling? He had answered it and waited while she rambled off her words and then hung up. She had to have dialed the wrong number, he thought, that call couldn’t have been for him. Then again, perhaps he was meant to receive the call? Either way she would be looking for someone to arrive. After a brief consideration he grabbed his keys and left for her place.
It’s up to you
And it’s up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don’t we rewrite the stars?
Maybe the world could be ours
She stood on her balcony looking down at the traffic below. She had a good view of her block and the next one over so she would be able to see when he arrived. If he arrived, she reminded herself. It had been thirty minutes since the phone call and he hadn’t arrived. Right when she was about to give up on the idea there was a knock on her door. Picture her surprise when she opened the door.
On the other side of the door was’t whom she was expecting and it took a moment for her to find words again. “What…what are you doing here?”
“I got your call,” he said even while stepping forward. She moved from the door and let him in, caught between confusion and disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off and headed to her balcony. “You called the wrong number. I know. It’s the only reason you’d call me after what happened. But you were expecting someone. We both know how you get.”
Having him here stirred up mixed feelings and memories she wasn’t wanting to confront. “You can’t just answer a call that’s not for you,” she said, following after him. “You should have said something. Said yourself that I called the wrong number. Why didn’t you st—“ She never got to finish. As soon as she had passed the threshold of the balcony door he grabbed her and locked their lips together. Her resistance was slight but he didn’t let her go until he felt it ebb away.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, feeling her fingers resting at the side of his face. He said softly, “You talk too much.”
He wasn’t the one she meant to call. She had been avoiding him for a reason. Yet here he was . . .
You know I want you
It’s not a secret I try to hide
But I can’t have you
We’re bound to break and
My hands are tied
(lyrics from “Rewrite the Stars” from The Greatest Showman Soundtrack )
Ryanna (That’s me!)
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