Post by Prince(ss) Joe ★ on Jul 10, 2015 19:46:02 GMT -8
If and whenever Allan got his phone charged, surely he would at least listen to his voicemails for the sake of getting the notification out of the way, right? Right? At least, Oliver sure hoped so. Because he kept leaving voicemails, and lots of them. What was even the point, though? What if Allan really had just left him because he wasn't anything special? It was true, wasn't it? Talking down to himself like this was never good.
Nearing the end of the night, Oliver called again and just left it hanging there. On voicemail for a while. Was there a limit to how long a voicemail could be? Right. Three minutes. He had to limit his voicemails to three minute sob rants. Sometimes, he just stopped in the middle, called back, and finished it. There wasn't anything in the calls that wasn't either self-loathing or pleading for Allan to come back. What else could he even think of right now?
Oliver sighed and laid against the cushiony pillows that sat against his headboard. Wrapped his comforter around him and pulled his knees up to his chest. He reached his hand out of the blankets for a moment to click the call button next to Allan's name. Set it on speaker, and put his arm back into his cocoon of blankets. And he waited.
"You have reached the automated voicemail box..." he waited for the beeping tone patiently. <i> Beeeeep. </i> He took a deep breath, but only ended up sobbing again.
"Ah, A-Allan, I, I really really want you back, please, please Allan, I... I really need you.. Is it.. Is it because I lied about getting water because I was really getting more ice cream? I-I.. If I hadn't done that I wouldn't have gotten you into this I'm so so sorry please come back I love you so much, I love you so much Allan, a-and I really need you here right now, please.." he didn't know what else to say, and eventually he just threw his phone across the room. Screamed about how stupid he was being. What else was he supposed to do? "Oh, Oliver, you're so fucking stupid, really, Oliver, how dare you think for one fucking SECOND THAT HE EVEN GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU!?" Cried. The voicemail probably ran out of minutes a while after he started crying after the screaming, as shown about how his phone automatically ended the voicemail after a while or so.
Oh, he was helpless, wasn't he?
Arthur heard the screams and crying from upstairs, and nearly darted straight upstairs. If he weren't on the phone with his boss. He looked at Francis concernedly, hoping it would either cause Francis to just get worried or go upstairs and check on Oliver. Hopefully the latter, but it wasn't like Arthur had mind control as well.
"Yes. We're not sure if anyone else got out alive, but the building burnt down into flames." His voice sounded so hoarse from crying earlier, and he hated it, but what could he do? Someone had to be the strong one here, right?
Nearing the end of the night, Oliver called again and just left it hanging there. On voicemail for a while. Was there a limit to how long a voicemail could be? Right. Three minutes. He had to limit his voicemails to three minute sob rants. Sometimes, he just stopped in the middle, called back, and finished it. There wasn't anything in the calls that wasn't either self-loathing or pleading for Allan to come back. What else could he even think of right now?
Oliver sighed and laid against the cushiony pillows that sat against his headboard. Wrapped his comforter around him and pulled his knees up to his chest. He reached his hand out of the blankets for a moment to click the call button next to Allan's name. Set it on speaker, and put his arm back into his cocoon of blankets. And he waited.
"You have reached the automated voicemail box..." he waited for the beeping tone patiently. <i> Beeeeep. </i> He took a deep breath, but only ended up sobbing again.
"Ah, A-Allan, I, I really really want you back, please, please Allan, I... I really need you.. Is it.. Is it because I lied about getting water because I was really getting more ice cream? I-I.. If I hadn't done that I wouldn't have gotten you into this I'm so so sorry please come back I love you so much, I love you so much Allan, a-and I really need you here right now, please.." he didn't know what else to say, and eventually he just threw his phone across the room. Screamed about how stupid he was being. What else was he supposed to do? "Oh, Oliver, you're so fucking stupid, really, Oliver, how dare you think for one fucking SECOND THAT HE EVEN GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU!?" Cried. The voicemail probably ran out of minutes a while after he started crying after the screaming, as shown about how his phone automatically ended the voicemail after a while or so.
Oh, he was helpless, wasn't he?
Arthur heard the screams and crying from upstairs, and nearly darted straight upstairs. If he weren't on the phone with his boss. He looked at Francis concernedly, hoping it would either cause Francis to just get worried or go upstairs and check on Oliver. Hopefully the latter, but it wasn't like Arthur had mind control as well.
"Yes. We're not sure if anyone else got out alive, but the building burnt down into flames." His voice sounded so hoarse from crying earlier, and he hated it, but what could he do? Someone had to be the strong one here, right?
