Just a Question of Love - part 55

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Owen and Matt try to continue their relationship through phone calls and text messages, until one day they mysteriously stop...

Submitted: January 15, 2009

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June 25th 10:56 p.m.
An automated voice greets me, unfortunately. "You have reached the voice mail of Matt Hancox. Please leave a message after the beep."

Beep. "Hey, baby. Just thought I'd let you know that I got here okay. I'm taking tons of pictures like you told me to. I know it hasn't even been a full day, but I miss you already. Call me tomorrow. I love you, Matty."

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June 26th 3:14 p.m. - Day One
You have received a message from: Matt
hey you. miss you like crazy. will call later. LOVE YOU xoxox

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June 26th 7:43 p.m. - Day One

"Hey, you," I greet happily.

"Hey. How was your first day?"

"My god, there were so many drills. My legs feel like Jell-o, not in a good way."

"Aww, poor baby. What are your roommates like?"

"Well, there's three of them. Jeremy's from Los Angeles: spoiled brat pretty much. Oliver is like Greek or something; he's pretty cool. And then Andrew; he's the funniest person I've ever met."

"Are any of them cute?" I can't miss the edge in his voice.

"My, my sweet little Matty. Are you jealous?" I tease.

I don't get the response I'm expecting; he says huffily, "Do I have a reason to be?"

"No. I love you, you know that. Besides, they're not my type."

"Since when do you have a type? I've never seen you check out any other guys," he says with a bit of pride in his voice.

"Yeah, well, I have a very specific type. Between 5 foot 9 and 6 foot, black hair, blue eyes, cute toes, hot body, great ass-"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I get it,"he says, pretending to be annoyed, but I can hear that he's smiling.

"Owen, my man! What up?" Andrew hollers, barging in the room with Oliver in tow.

"Uh, I gotta go, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

Fuck, he sounds disappointed. Andrew starts bouncing on the bed next to me, obviously excited about telling me something. "I'll call you tomorrow," I tell Matt, "I love you."

"You too." Click, as he hangs up.

"Oh, honey, I love you. I miss you! I can't live without you!" Andrew muses Shakespearian style before dissolving into giggles.

"Man, you are so whipped!" Oliver teases, throwing a pillow at my head.

"Since when is being whipped ever a bad thing?"

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June 27th 1:48 p.m. - Day Two
You have received a message from: Matt
hey you hope your days going okay. wont be able to call you tonight, last minute gig. im not mad in case thats what your thinking. love you xxxxxx

I click "reply" and send a quick message between drills.
yea things are okay here. miss you tho. only *groan* 58 more days. send me a quick msg tonight to let me know you got home okay. i love love love you xoxoxoxo
Sent: 2:19 p.m.

You have received a message from: Matt
hello lover. gig went good, fuckin tired tho. tty tomorrow. love you, night night
Received: 11:54 p.m.

I debate calling him for a few minutes but then decide I'll just wait until tomorrow. After waiting for his message, to know he was okay, I finally roll over and drift off to sleep.

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June 28th 6:17 a.m. - Day Three

"Hello?" Matt murmurs in a quiet, groggy voice.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I whisper from behind the cabin.

"Not really. I can't sleep very well without you."

"Me either. I just called to tell you that we're taking a trip across into Oregon today and I won't be back until way late. Coach won't let us bring cells and I didn't want to go a whole day without talking to you."

"Aww, you're sweet. Well have fun out in the wilderness," he chuckles. "It's actually a good thing you called, I gotta go to work soon."

"Work?"

"Yeah, I got a summer job. Photographer for The Ledger."

"Wow, that's great!"

"Owen! Keep it down!" Jeremy whispers fiercely, banging on the window a few feet away.

"That your roommate?" Matt asks. Obviously Jeremy had been louder than I thought.

"Yeah, the annoying one."

"Sounds it. Listen, I better go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, Matty. Love you."

"You too."

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June 29th 8:34 p.m. - Day Four

"Hey, cuteness. Just thought I'd call from my break."

"How's work so far?" I say cautiously, aware that my three roommates are on either side of me.

"It's great. I'm working with this totally wacky girl named Anna. Sh's like into all this new age shit and she's totally awesome," Matt says enthusiastically.

"Well, good, I'm glad you like it."

"Yeah, it's-" He starts coughing. It sounds painful, like he's gasping for air. This goes on for a matter of minutes - the hacking, the wheezing - while I'm trying to control my rising pulse.

Finally, it subsided. "You okay?" I ask quickly. There's silence from the other end. "Baby?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I better go though, break almost over."

"You sure you're okay?" I ask, hearing the concern seeping from my voice.

"Yep. Talk to you later, sweetie. Love you." He hangs up before I can say it back.

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June 30th 1:51 p.m. - Day Five

you shud really get that cough checked by a dr.

You have received a message from: Matt
ill be fine, libby coming down soon so dont worry. hope everythings good there. miss you xoxo
Received: 9:44 p.m.

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July 2nd 9:06 a.m. - Day Seven

sorry didnt get a chance to call yesterday. had first game. we won! yay. hope your okay. whens libby getting there? love you

You have received a message from: Matt shes coming on the july 7 I think. yay, you won haha pretty awsum to me. i cant even skate Received: 10:14 a.m.

what?!? you cant skate? well ill just have to teach you ;)
Sent: 10:57 a.m.

You have received a message from: Matt
pffft good luck to ya. and only as long as you promise to hold my hand the entire time Received: 11:23 a.m.

obviously. any excuse to keep my hands on you hehe im really missing that right now *tear*
Sent: 12:01 p.m.

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July 3rd 1:03 a.m. - Day Eight

"Owen..." A moan, a delicious tantalizing sound accompanied by rustling of his covers.

It's chilly despite being July but that doesn't stop me from venturing outside, into a secluded woods to take this call. "Uh...yes! Matt..."

"God, baby, I wish you were here...touching me..."

I shudder not because of the cold but because of the passion and need in his voice. "Oh, me too."

"Owennn... I.... so close, are you?"

Tingles run up my spine. "Yeah."

Moans, groans, gasps, whimpers, muffled screams then finally, panting - coming down off the high. I have to lean against a tree to keep from collapsing on the ground. Our breathing comes back to normal and we both exhale out satisfied, happy sounds.

"Mmm goodnight, Owen," he says softly.

"Goodnight, Matt."
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July 4th 7:42 p.m. - Day Nine

You have received a message from: Matt
you missed the firework =( took some pics. miss you xox

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July 6th 8:05 a.m. - Day Eleven

baby i miss you. i know you have work but call when you can. its starting to get crazy here. competitive. in house tourny next week, scouts coming to watch ahhh. i wish i was home with you instead. why the fuck did i come here

You have received a message from: Matt
owen you love hockey thats why your there! go impress the hell out of those scouts and get that fuckin scholarship to make this hell worth while
Received: 11:23 a.m.

thanks baby. just got overwhelmed with MISSING YOU. call when you get a chance
Sent: 2:41 p.m.

You have received a message from: Matt
going to a movie tonight with lib but have a few minutes now. want to talk?
Received: 4:47 p.m.

You have received a message from: Matt
obviously your busy lol promise well talk tomorrow. i love you
Received: 5:03 p.m.

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July 8th 3:26 a.m. - Day Thirteen

Missed calls
Matt 07/06/08 8:14 a.m.
Matt 07/06/08 10:49 a.m.
Matt 07/06/08 12:42 p.m.

"You have reached the voice mail box of Owen McFarlow. Please leave a message after the tone."

Beep. "Owen, pick up your goddamn phone," laughs, "In case you didn't know, it's your loving boyfriend trying to call. It's um... like quarter to one. Lib's leaving tonight - boyfriend trouble back in Jersey. Call me whenever, I'm lonely."

"You have reached the voice mail box of Matt Hancox. Please leave a message after the beep." Beep. Fuck.

"Hey Matt. Sorry I didn't call yesterday, there was a party type thing. I miss you like crazy. Please call me back. I'm sorry for not answering, don't hate me. Big game tomorrow, so I'll be busy until like 4. Call any time after that. I love you."
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July 9th 11:39 a.m. - Day Fourteen

"I don't hate you, silly."

"Well, hello to you too,"I say, trying to hide my relief.

"I just called to say good luck with the game and impress the hell out of those scouts! I'll be cheering for you in my mind." He chuckles, and at that moment,it's the most amazing sound I've ever heard.

"I miss you so much."

"Imiss you too, Owen. But this is good for you. Aaaand guess what's in six days?"

"How could I forget? Two month anniversary of the best day of my life." I know it's cheesy, but I can't help but say it just to hear his laugh again.

"Believe it or not, but mine too. Crap, hold on." There's a clunk of the phone being put down on a desk or something. Then the sound of his cough again, seemingly worse than last time. Gasping for breath, he comes on the phone. "Back."

"Matt, you should really go to the doctor's."

"Well right now I have to go back to work. But call me tomorrow and let me know how the game went," he says, completely back to his normal voice.

"Okay, I will. I love you."

"I love you."

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July 10th 9:07 a.m. - Day Fifteen

hey matty! guess what? we won! and 1 of the scouts came up and talked to me after. exciting lol ttyl baby xoxox

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July 12th 4:20 a.m. - Day Seventeen

"You have reached the voice mail box of Matt Hancox-" I hang up before it finishes. It's the third time I've tried to call and the third time he hasn't answered. Maybe his phone died.

I dial again and after four rings, I'm greeted by the same automated message. This time, I wait and say, "Hey, Matt. Hope you're okay. Please call me when you get this message. Your phone probably died or something. Okay. Well please call. I love you."
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July 14th 5:36 p.m. - Day Nineteen

"Dude, what's your problem? You haven't put down that phone in like two days!" Jeremy yells, coming in seeing my checking my voice mail for a message from Matt that I know isn't there.

"Yeah, man, you're like glued to that thing! What's the matter? Keeping tabs on your girl?" Andrew asks. I laugh it off with the rest of them, but secretly squirming inside. Where the fuck is Matt?

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July 15th 4:26 p.m. - Day Twenty

matt please call when you get this. im worried about you. did i do something wrong? please just call me and lets talk. i love you and happy two months anniversary. infinite xoxos

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July 16th 3:13 p.m. - Day Twenty-One

"McFarlow! Off the ice, now!" the coach yells from the bench. I quickly skate over to him.

"What is it, coach?" I ask, taking off my helmet.

"Phone call in the office."

I take off my skates, but leave my padding on, and follow the coach to the tiny office. My hands are sweating so badly I can hardly grip the receiver.

"Hello?" I ask tentatively.

"Owen, thank goodness!"

"Mom? Are you crying? What happened? Are you okay? Is it George? Did something happen at work? Is it...Dad? Jade? Danny?" I nearly scream into the phone.

"Owen! No, it's...not that." Not my parents, sister, brother...

"Then what!" I frantically yell. What the fuck is going on!

She barely whispers: "It's Matt."


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