Twenty-Two (Danny); Playing Matchmaker... Or not, as the case may be!
"Hello?" I sigh, picking up the phone. The week has been very slow, and very very boring. I'm glad someone's remembered I exist!
"Hi Danny, it's Tim here." Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which one; he's not stammering.
"Morning," I say, holding the phone with my shoulder and cracking my knuckles idly.
"That's a bad habit." Tim reminds me, as he always does.
"Uh huh." I say, as I always do when he gets at me about it. Didn't realise he had such good hearing to be able to hear me over the phone. "What's up?"
"The ceiling?" He suggests. Infuriating git. "I was just wondering how much you know about Heather's friend Amy."
"Why?" I question, my voice sounding so strangly normal to me, even though I'm gripping my glass of water so tightly I'm sure the glass is going to crack any second.
"Well, we went out for a drink yesterday, and-"
Tim's still talking, but I stop listening. He took her out for a drink?! God Elfman, don't get so fucking possessive! It's not like she's yours to feel possessive about. She's made it clear where you stand, deal with it!
But I don't want to deal with it. I want her. I want her to be mine --possession again Elfman!-- but it looks like once more it doesn't matter what I want. I suppose I should be happy for them, glad she's found someone... Someone who's not me, someone who won't destroy her by loving her.
Fucking hell what a twisted fucking mess I am! I twist the phone cord around my fingers, imagining it's my neck. If only it was...
"........she says. What d'you think?" Good God he's asking me my opinion. Biting back the urge to snarl at him and tell him to keep his fucking newly-divorced-hands off my property --because she isn't!-- I shrug.
"No idea Tim," I drag my fingers through my hair, sighing. "Do what you think's best."
"Danny."
"Yes."
"Were you listening to a word I was saying?" Sharp bastard. He doesn't sound too hurt though, which is good, so I figure I can be honest.
"No."
"Ahh." He chuckles. "Well, I guess you never were one to play matchmaker or anything."
"Got it in one." And I certainly won't matchmake you with Amy you stupid fuck! Keep your newly-divorced hands well away from her!!!
"No problems," Tim says, although I haven't apologised. "See you later, okay?"
"Yeah. Call Johnny." I suggest. "And good luck with tomorrow."
"Will do, and thanks, later Danny."
"Later." I put the phone down as fast as if it had scalded me. Tim and Amy.... Fuck. What a stupid thing it was for me to feel happy that she's back here in LA! I should have guessed I'm not the one she wants, because who in their right minds wants the hollow, empty shell that is me?
Chapter 21 ; Contents ; Chapter 23
