“Hello?” I answer, leaning back against my headboard.
“Hey.” Jameson’s voice cuts through the line.Maybe I need to change his contact name.“Are you busy?”
“Well, it’s nearing midnight and I’m lying in bed, so I would have to say no.”
“Were you sleeping?”
“No.” I look toward my TV. “I was trying to watchGilmore Girls.”
“Trying?” He asks.
“You interrupted,” I reply quietly.
“I have a sneaking suspicion you only answered because you wanted to.”He would be correct.
“You’ve never called me before; I thought something might be wrong.” I try to sound like I’m telling the truth, yet all I hear on the other line is Jameson’s skeptical hum. “So, is there a reason you called?”
“I thought it might be nice for us to talk.” I hate how nonchalant he is—how easy casual conversations are for him. I’m sure he’s not second guessing anything he’s saying, meanwhile I’m struggling to find his underlying intentions for calling.
I’ve learned that the only time I don’t sound like a nervous wreck around Jameson is when I’m insulting him. “Yeah, um, okay.”
“Is that alright?” He asks, sensing my apprehension.
Finally, I feel myself finding a groove in the conversation. “Yeah, I know how important this is to you, since you’re obsessed with me and all.”
“Hey,” he chastises sarcastically, “Who told you?”
“Call it a lucky guess.” At this moment, I'm thankful Jameson can’t see my face, because the smile that I’m wearing is embarrassing.
“How far throughGilmore Girlsare you?” He changes the conversation with a question that sounds genuine.
“Well, I’ve already rewatched it all the way through at least six times.” Except season six, I skip that one every time.
“So…” Jameson trails off, sounding confused. “Why watch it again?”
“I don’t think you’d entirely understand unless you actually watched it.”
“Is this you telling me I should watchGilmore Girls?”
“I would one hundred percent recommend it,” I answer. “But just know that, if you don’t like it, then we probably won’t work out together.”
“Wow.” He laughs lightly. “You feel that strongly about it?”
“Yes,” I say bluntly.
“I guess I’ll have to watch it, then.”
True to his word, Jameson began watching episode one ofGilmore Girlswhile we were still on call, just to show he was serious.
He wants to prove that he cares about the things that I care about, which I find incredibly endearing.
The call ended sometime after that. It was so late that I don’t remember exactly what time I fell asleep, but when I woke up to a text from Jameson, I don’t have any doubt I left the same impression on him.
Call me when you wake up?
Be honest. Are you obsessed
with me?