Still Got Your Number - Episode 1
by Chris Marie Green
HELP! I butt dialed Matthew when I was walking out of Drawing šŸ˜£
Waitā€¦you told me you were going to delete his number!
Remember? After the two of you broke up OVER THREE MONTHS AGO?
Summer cringes.
I guess I forgot.
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You still have a thing for him, donā€™t you?
Nope.
Good, bc you told me not to let you think about Matthew.
And that if you tried to convince me that you guys were meant to beā€¦
I should remind you that heā€™s uptight and youā€™re a free spirit.
You šŸ‘ were šŸ‘ not šŸ‘ meant šŸ‘ for šŸ‘ each šŸ‘ other šŸ‘
Annie, could you stop lecturing me for a sec?
Sorry.
What should I do about the butt dial?
Heā€™s going to see that I called him! What if he assumes Iā€™m still into him??
Well, first of all, you clearly ARE.
Summer sighs in resignation.
Her heart beats with a sharp, achy rhythm as she thinks about Matthewā€™s dark eyes and hairā€”
And about how she would swoon whenever he kissed herā€¦
But listen ā€” just block his number and DELETE him, okay?
You were inconsolable after the breakup.
Well, it felt like I was losing one of the best parts of myselfā€¦
Exactly. And you donā€™t want to be that way again, right?
Right. Iā€™m deleting now.
Okay then. Gotta go ā€” my sister just pulled up to take me to lunch off campus.
You can do this, Summer. Stay strong and donā€™t think about Matthew.
Summer sits on a bench.
Itā€™s finally spring, but thereā€™s still a bite in the air. She tugs her sweater around her body.
While the lunchtime crowd passes her by, she just stares at her phone.
Annie is right ā€” itā€™s time to move on.
With a heavy heart, Summer brings up her contacts andā€”
The phone dings with a text from Matthew.
You called?
Iā€™m in the library so I canā€™t really talk.
Summer SHOULD ignore and delete himā€¦
But a wave of fresh, jagged hurt overcomes her.
Donā€™t get your hopes up, Matthew. It was only a butt dial.
All right.
Summer waits for moreā€¦but thereā€™s nothing.
She always hated when he blew her off!
I see youā€™re still really good at paying zero attention to me.
Oh, hell.
Did you butt dial me just so we could relive the last argument we had?
No, I butt dialed you because I forgot to delete your number.
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Donā€™t give me that face like I kept your number on purpose.
You didnā€™t?
No! And arenā€™t you kind of being a hypocrite anyway?
What?
You knew that I called you, so my number must still be in your contacts too.
Maybe Iā€™ve been too busy with my Econ classes to fiddle with my phone.
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Actually, Iā€™m glad I butt dialed you ā€” so I can remember why we suck as a couple.
Yeah. I almost forgot about how you were always on my case.
About loosening up and having more fun in life?
That counts as being on your case?
Summer, if it were up to you, I would never studyā€¦
Which is exactly what I was trying to do before you called.
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Yes, I am so boring.
Then why is her pulse pounding so hard?
Summer shakes it off as another text appears.
The thing is, you didnā€™t ALWAYS think I was boring šŸ˜
What do you mean?
I didnā€™t seem to bore you that night we went to the lake after Homecoming.
Heat washes through Summer at the memoryā€”
Matthew kissing her in that sensitive spot behind her ear and making her squeal softlyā€¦
ā€¦trailing his lips down her neck and making her squirmā€¦
ā€¦whispering sweet nothings and making her meltā€¦
She exhales forcefully.
The only time we ever got along was when we wereā€¦physical.
Thatā€™s not true.
You used to tell me everythingā€”
How it hurt when your dad left your familyā€¦
How you dream about being a Disney Imagineer one dayā€¦
How sometimes, you canā€™t sleep because youā€™re afraid of life after high school.
Summer gulps, but the lump in her throat wonā€™t go away.
A few minutes pass, then her phone dings.
Hell, Iā€™m just going to be honest.
When we broke up, it felt like I lost one of the best parts of me.
Summer lets his words sink in.
This whole time, Matthewā€™s been feeling the exact same way she has.
Iā€™ve done a lot of thinking this past month.
And all I can think of is you.
Summerā€™s heart nearly explodes with warmth.
But then suddenly, it feels as if itā€™s folding into itself.
Sheā€™s paralyzed with fear.
What if she and Matthew make the same mistakes they made before?
Summer?
Iā€™m still here.
Good, because I just poured my guts out to you.
A response would be great right about now.
Summer stands up.
Her heart is twisting every which way.
What should she do?
You know why I couldnā€™t delete your number, right?
Itā€™s because Iā€™m still crazy about you.
But thatā€™s the problem, isnā€™t it?
We make each other absolutely crazy.
Itā€™s true that thereā€™s a friction between usā€¦
But that can be a good thing, right?
That friction created all those sparks between us.
God, I miss those sparks so much.
Donā€™t you?
Yes, but Matthewā€¦you hurt me.
And I know that I probably hurt you.
What if we hurt each other again?
What if we decide we wonā€™t? What if we promise?
This endless winter has given me time to learn from the mistakes we made.
I know we started off on the wrong foot today, but itā€™s only becauseā€¦
Because weā€™re both still hurting.
Summer closes her eyes, then opens them again.
She misses those sparks, tooā€¦
But she misses their talks most of all.
Because they didnā€™t just hold each other physically when they were togetherā€¦
Each would hold up the other person to keep them thriving.
Summer starts walking.
Itā€™s as if her feet have a mind of their own.
Theyā€™re taking her to a place that has her adrenaline surgingā€¦
I know I donā€™t always need to tell you to stop studying.
The truth is, I like that youā€™re motivated. Itā€™s impressive.
God, Summer, itā€™s really nice to hear you say that.
Thank you.
Iā€™m sorry I snapped at you earlier.
I snapped first. You were only snapping back.
So can we agree that thereā€™ll be no more snapping?
Summer has arrived at the library, where Matthew is sitting at one of the oak tables.
As if he senses her, he looks up from his phone, then slowly stands.
Even from across the library, Summer can see the hope in his gaze.
That hope gives her the courage to stand tallā€”
While he crosses the room until theyā€™re next to each other, inches apart.
What if I promise to loosen up?
What if I promise to get more serious?
She touches a button on his shirt, and he enfolds her hand in his.
Just donā€™t loosen up TOO much, okay?
And donā€™t you get TOO serious.
Maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle this time.
Okay.
Thatā€™s exactly what they do as he leans his forehead against hers.
He draws her into his armsā€¦
And brings her back to where she always belonged.
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