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The phone keeps ringing and ringing. I started pacing. Why wasn't Magnus picking up? He's such a strange person. Half the time he tells me he doesn't want to see me again, but then shows up later with expensive cake and special coffee. But I swear - he's like my own personal brand of prescription drug. He's the guy that I don't want to let go, even if it for my own good, as he keeps claiming.
I bit my lip, glancing out over at the overcast sky. Overcast again. I hate this weather. It makes me sleepy and lazy and now I just want to do nothing but flop over on the sofa and watch TV. Not a bad idea...but I also want to see Magnus. I haven't seen him in what, twenty four hours? It's seriously getting to me. Maybe it's like an addiction...Eh. He's my best friend.
It's still ringing.
A few more rings and I know it'll go to voice mail. Maybe Magnus isn't home. Maybe he went outside and did something stupid and got mugged again. I told him never to carry anything expensive on his body. Guy's like a bad luck magnet. Everything he does seems to attract more bad luck. Like a chain reaction. I keep telling him not to go outside at night, or take pictures of other people's girlfriends - especially if the other person is there and is twice as buff as he is.
I wonder when I'll receive a call from the hospital, telling me that Magnus has been pummeled into a wall again. But then again, they wouldn't call me. Magnus doesn't have a cell phone. He'd probably stay alone in the hospital....Just the thought of that makes me uncomfortable. Just as I'm about to close my phone and head directly over to his place despite his warning a few days ago about never stepping foot in his house again because of his new carpet, a sort of masochistic side of me wants to see this. And to listen again to the story of how he got that hideous carpet. Because it's amusing when Magnus tries to speak French.
Alright. It's about as amusing as me trying to speak Italian. Cayman tries to teach me, but I don't have the patience for languages. But it doesn't stop Cayman from trying anyway. My cousin's a language whiz. I swear he's trying to learn every language known to the world - including alien languages from science fiction novels. Well, if we're all about to be abducted, I'm glad we have a translator.
But then he picks up and I let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.
"Mags~" I grin, leaning back against the railing, bending my back as I look up at the awning of the roof. I nearly bend over, falling down two stories, before I manage to regain my balance. "What took you so long to answer the phone? I thought you died or something."