what you thought, I’m sure Robin knows what you thought, but sometimes you have to think about what the other people are thinking as well.”
“So I’m a screw-up, huh?”
“Basically.” He laughed punched me in the shoulder. “But I still love you. Just call her and see what happens. I’ll be back after Lucky tells me what I already know.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll call.” I turned away from him and pulled out my phone. I stared at it for a few seconds before pressing the numbers into the phone. I held my breath as the phone rang, and I could feel the disappointment seeping out of my pores as it kept ringing. I was about to hang up, when she answered the phone.
“Hello,” her voice was soft and my heart ached at the sound of it.
“Robin!” I said brightly and too eagerly. I stifled a groan.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” I answered and then there was a moment of silence. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
“I tried calling you a few .”
“I was busy.” She said abruptly.
“I see.” I bit my lip, unsure of what to say next. “So Zane and I were about to order pizza and I was wondering if you would like to come over and share some with us.”
“Really? It’s 8pm.” I could tell she was feeling feisty by the tone in her voice.
“Yeah, we’re having a late dinner.”
“Am I the dinner?”
“What?” I frowned into the phone.
“You call me out of the blue at 8pm at night and ask if I want to come over for dinner. And I want to know if I’m the dinner. Is this a booty call?”
“Of course it’ s .”
“Of course, if it is, you wouldn’t tell me. I’d be the last one to know , right?”
“Robin, this is not a booty call.” I sighed. “Honestly, I think a booty call would be if I had called you at midnight. And then I wouldn’t ask you to come over for pizza.”
“Oh, you’d ask me to come over for some dick.”
“ Uhm,” I tried not to laugh. I knew that she hadn’t intended to be funny, but for reason I couldn’t stop myself from finding her last statement really funny. “If you want to.”
“What?” she screeched , and I knew she was surprised at what I had said. But I was too tired to mess around anymore. Either she liked me or she didn’t. Either way, I wasn’t going to play games.
“If you want to come over for some pizza, then that’s fine. If you want to come over for some dick, preferably my dick, then that is also fine. Big Noah was talking to me the other day and he did tell me that h e misses you, so I’m sure you would be very welcome.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’ve been told that once or twice.”
“You’re possibly the biggest asshole I know.” She continued.
“Big Noah just told me that he wouldn’t mind exploring your asshole.” I joked and the phone went silent. “Sorry, Robin. I didn’t mean that. It was a bad joke. I have a problem of joking at the most inappropriate times.”
“Yes, you do.” Robin gasped and then burst out laughing and my heart soared with hope at the sound of her giggles.
“Let me make it up to you. Whatever you want on your pizza is all yours. I’ll even buy you your own.”
“I don’t know.” She hesitated.
“Please.” I begged. “I miss you.”
“I guess.” She sighed. “But I’m not staying over.”
“Fine.” I grinned into the phone. “You don’t have to stay over.”
“Big Noah better not try and beg me.” She laughed. “ ’Cause I’ll tell him no, too.”
“To his face?”
“You wish.”
“More like he does.” I shifted my legs as I felt big Noah awakening at the possibility of coming out for the night.
“Big Noah and small Noah both wish.” She giggled. “Though, I don’t know which one is in charge of the other.”
“No fair.” I groaned , because at that moment, I wasn’t sure either. “Anyways, I’m going to hang up now, so that you can come over before you change your mind.”
“Scaredy-cat,” she laughed. “I’m not a flake , you