Pete could not just.. not call you. And with his new brick— that’s right, not a wired, a brick phone—, he had every single reason to call you. He easily remembered your number, too. So, so easily! He’s currently stalling, though. Pacing around, distracting himself.

“Hell, okay.” He muttered, dialing your number into the new brick phone— oh my goodness he was so excited about this damn phone, it was.. it was a bit much, really.

He shakily pressed the buttons into the phone, listening to the annoying noise of waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and—

“Hello?”

Oh, god, how he missed your voice. God.

“Hey—,” He swallowed hard. “Hey, hey, uh.. it’s Pete, if you can’t tell.” He said hoarsely. “Just.. I know it, uh.. I’m sorry, for.. I haven’t reached out in awhile. I just.. I went to Top Gun, I.. I’m sure you heard what happened so I won’t even get into that..” even thinking about it got him choked ip. “And I— I’m a goddamn teacher now, and I..

I miss talkin’. I know that we ended things for the best but I.. I miss you.”