Page 14 of Landon & Shay: Part Two

Looking forward to tasting your lips. Looking forward to holding you. Looking forward to *you*.

Love you x2.

-Satan

P.S. I can’t believe your dad’s still calling you. If it’s bothering you, maybe it’s time to change your number.

4

Shay

Twenty years old

“Hello?”I whispered late one night in May as I lay in bed. The ringing phone awakened me, and I sat up alert when I saw Landon’s name flash across the screen. It was past midnight, and we hardly ever called on a whim without letting each other know ahead of time, so of course worry was the first thing that came to mind.

“Hey, Chick,” he said, sounding calm. That allowed me to ease up on the nerves a little.

“Hey. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Sorry, I know it’s late, but I was feeling a little homesick, and I just needed to hear your voice.”

My heart did that pitter-patter thing in my chest as I lowered myself back down to my pillowcase. “You’re missing me, huh?”

“So damn much. Something’s going to have to give soon because man…I miss having you in my arms.”

“Well, stop being so famous.”

“I’m not famous,” he said, yawning into the receiver.

“You’re sleepy.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep without hearing your voice. I was hoping I could fall asleep with you on the other end of the line, listening to you talk to me.”

“Anything in particular you’d like to hear?”

“You could recite the ABCs, and I’d love it. Honestly, anything.”

“Like how my father showed up to my college campus looking for me?”

I heard the alertness in his voice. “Wait, what?”

“Yup. I noticed him walking around campus. This was after me ignoring a solid number of his calls over the past few months and changing my number.”

“What did you do?”

“He saw me before I could run, so I ended up talking to him.”

“What did he want?”

My stomach flipped from remembering the conversation. “Money. He said he found himself in a tough spot and needed money to get by for food and stuff. I told him I was working a small campus job and couldn’t help him, but he insisted I ask my mom for money and say it was for me. He wanted me to be a liar like him.”

Landon blew out a breath of air. “What’s with our fathers being complete douchebags?”

“Well, we needed to have something in common,” I joked.

“What did you tell him?”

“That I wanted nothing to do with him, and he shouldn’t come back.”

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