bad…wonderful...bad memories associated with it. My first order of business needed to be finding a job, but before that I needed to sort out all the crap floating around in my head, and I needed to do that somewhere I had no chance of running into Logan.
“You are?” he asked. I could tell he was trying to hold back his excitement. I wasn’t supposed to visit California again until my birthday in the summer, but now I had no reason not to go earlier. “Why don’t you just tell me when you want to come and I’ll have your mother purchase your ticket” he offered.
“No, Dad, I can handle it.”
“No, Brooklyn, we can pay for it. You don’t have a job, remember? Just let us handle it. Sometimes you’re too inde pendent for your own good.” My dad chuckled heartily into the phone, “In so many ways you remind me of your mother.” Was that supposed to be a compliment?
“I do?” When it came to my mom and me it felt like we were polar opposites. I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be overbearing.
“Yeah, honey you do. You probably don’t see it, but that’s okay. None of that matters because I’m very happy you’re going to be here.”
“Yeah, me too Dad. I just wish it was on better circumstances.”
“You never need a reason to come home, baby girl. Our home is always your home. Just let me know when and I’ll get on it.”
A little while later we said our goodbyes and I sat on the couch staring at the wall. What was I going to do now? I gathered my things and headed towards my room to change my clothes.
Before I did—I fired up my laptop. I figured I needed to get on the job hunt as soon as possible. No time like the present, right? I opened my email and was happy to see that I had a bid on EBAY for one of my photos. As I continued to scroll through my emails, my eyes landed on one I hadn’t expected to find. It was from Logan. I took a deep breath before I started reading. It was very short and to the point.
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
Subject: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 11:45 AM
You haven’t returned my calls. I need you to say something. I’m not giving up on this…on us. Talk to me. Why are you running?
I miss you Starburst.
-L
______________ _______________________
It was the last line that forced me to want to respond. Seeing the pet name he’d given me in print did something to my heart, but every time I started to type a response I deleted the words. Eventually I decided to just keep it simple.
To: Logan Colton
From: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 12:10 PM
I need some time.
-B
______________ _______________________
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 12:40 PM
That’s not something I’m willing to give you. It’s been two days. I need you to COMMUNICATE.
-L
__________________________________
To: Logan Colton
From: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 1:00 PM
If I feel the need to COMMUNICATE, you’ll be the last person I’ll think of calling. Better yet, if you want to chat someone up, why don’t you call Elizabeth?
-B
__________________________________
I hit send before I had a chance to regret what I’d written. I knew it was childish to want to jab Logan below the belt, but I was annoyed by the fact that he said that I needed to be the one to communicate. It seemed like he needed to learn how to communicate—communicate that there was something more between him and a girl that he was supposedly only friends with. My email pinged and there was yet another message from him.
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 1:05 PM
What are you talking about?! How many times do I have to tell you she means nothing, you mean everything? I don’t even understand what you’re even referring to. Where do we go from
“You are?” he asked. I could tell he was trying to hold back his excitement. I wasn’t supposed to visit California again until my birthday in the summer, but now I had no reason not to go earlier. “Why don’t you just tell me when you want to come and I’ll have your mother purchase your ticket” he offered.
“No, Dad, I can handle it.”
“No, Brooklyn, we can pay for it. You don’t have a job, remember? Just let us handle it. Sometimes you’re too inde pendent for your own good.” My dad chuckled heartily into the phone, “In so many ways you remind me of your mother.” Was that supposed to be a compliment?
“I do?” When it came to my mom and me it felt like we were polar opposites. I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be overbearing.
“Yeah, honey you do. You probably don’t see it, but that’s okay. None of that matters because I’m very happy you’re going to be here.”
“Yeah, me too Dad. I just wish it was on better circumstances.”
“You never need a reason to come home, baby girl. Our home is always your home. Just let me know when and I’ll get on it.”
A little while later we said our goodbyes and I sat on the couch staring at the wall. What was I going to do now? I gathered my things and headed towards my room to change my clothes.
Before I did—I fired up my laptop. I figured I needed to get on the job hunt as soon as possible. No time like the present, right? I opened my email and was happy to see that I had a bid on EBAY for one of my photos. As I continued to scroll through my emails, my eyes landed on one I hadn’t expected to find. It was from Logan. I took a deep breath before I started reading. It was very short and to the point.
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
Subject: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 11:45 AM
You haven’t returned my calls. I need you to say something. I’m not giving up on this…on us. Talk to me. Why are you running?
I miss you Starburst.
-L
______________ _______________________
It was the last line that forced me to want to respond. Seeing the pet name he’d given me in print did something to my heart, but every time I started to type a response I deleted the words. Eventually I decided to just keep it simple.
To: Logan Colton
From: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 12:10 PM
I need some time.
-B
______________ _______________________
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 12:40 PM
That’s not something I’m willing to give you. It’s been two days. I need you to COMMUNICATE.
-L
__________________________________
To: Logan Colton
From: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 1:00 PM
If I feel the need to COMMUNICATE, you’ll be the last person I’ll think of calling. Better yet, if you want to chat someone up, why don’t you call Elizabeth?
-B
__________________________________
I hit send before I had a chance to regret what I’d written. I knew it was childish to want to jab Logan below the belt, but I was annoyed by the fact that he said that I needed to be the one to communicate. It seemed like he needed to learn how to communicate—communicate that there was something more between him and a girl that he was supposedly only friends with. My email pinged and there was yet another message from him.
From: Logan Colton
To: Brooklyn Caldwell
RE: RE: RE: RE: Stop
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 1:05 PM
What are you talking about?! How many times do I have to tell you she means nothing, you mean everything? I don’t even understand what you’re even referring to. Where do we go from
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