Fuck, I already miss you
Gonna be thinking about you lots
God, I miss him too.
This is gonna be a long week.
“Why do baseball players have so many away games?” I ask, picking at a blade of grass.
Laura shrugs, glancing up from her laptop. “Dude, it’s hisfirstextended road trip. You’ll get used to it.” She remains silent for a few seconds, sizing me up before smiling. “Oh, youmiss him,miss him. Got it.”
I groan. “I do.”
“You aren’t gonna deny it?”
“Why should I?”
“Good answer. Still, he’ll be back in two days. Be patient.”
“I’vebeenpatient,” I mutter. A leaf blows onto my laptopscreen, and I flick it away. “Sheesh, and I was a dick to him before he left, too.”
I did tell Laura and Sabrina about the spat Ian and I had, and they said I was overthinking the whole situation, even if I was a bit of an idiot.
“Everyone’s a dick sometimes,” Laura reassures me. “Besides, if staying was what you wanted, Ian’s the kind of person to respect that.”
“I thought I wanted to be independent or whatever, but I got all lonely the second he left and then I regretted everything.”
A text pops up, and I snatch my phone to read it.
Ian Scott
Hey! Whatcha up to?
I smile as my chest goes fuzzy. I tried sending an apology text to Ian, but he predicted it as soon as I sent the first message, and preemptively forbade me from apologizing over “nothing.” Still, I don’t think I’ve fully shaken my residual guilt, not yet.
Nothing much, studying with Laura rn
How are your games going?
I don’t need to ask—I’ve been following his games online, and they haven’t been going well at all.
Ian’s typing indicator appears and stays for an excruciating few minutes.
They’re going okay ig, we’re doing what we can but the team has a ton of injuries
Doesn’t help that a bunch of our strong players got drafted last summer and dipped
Lowkey stressed about making regionals
Make that highkey lmao
“How’s Ian?” Laura asks, and I tuck my phone away.
“Stressed.”
She winces. “Yeah, I took a peek at the stats for the men’s team. Yikes. How stressed is he?”
I check my phone again.
