“Hello?” You asked, speaking into the receiver. An unknown number had called, interrupting your conversation on Facebook with your friend.
“Wow. (y/n), is that you?” A voice spoke. You knew the voice somehow sounded familiar yet, the name was unclear.
“Um, I’m sorry. Who is this?”
There’s silence on the other end. You were about to hang up when the voice spoke again. “(y/n), it’s me. Carlos.”
You stopped breathing and your heart beat faster. Carlos? Two years back, you had move to another city, leaving your friendship with Carlos devastated. The thing was, you really liked Carlos and there wasn’t a day where you didn’t think of him. However, after you moved, the two of you also drifted apart. You tried calling him, texting him, but never did reply. As your friendship slipped away, the hope of you reuniting with Carlos faded away as well. You gave up. This was the first time you heard his voice for years.
“Carlos?” You spoke the name carefully, like unmarked territory.
“Yeah,” he whispered. There’s a silence between the two of you until he cleared his throat. “I’m surprised that you still kept your old phone number,” he chuckled awkwardly, attempting to make a joke.
“Yeah, well, the guy said it was better than getting a new number,” you shrugged, then blushed when you realized Carlos wouldn’t be able to see. But the truth was, you agreed to keep your old number so hopefully, Carlos would call you. No such luck.
Another awkward silence hung in the air. You sighed. Better get this over with. “So, um, what’s up?”
“Well, actually, the band is, uh, doing a concert and I believe it’s near where you’re living.”
“Oh,” you muttered lamely. Is that what he called for? To boast? “That’s cool. I guess.”
“I want you to come,” Carlos said. You thought you had imagined what he had just said so when you didn’t reply, Carlos repeated himself. “(y/n)? I said I want you to come.”
“Um, I’m a little busy. But I’ll try and see if I can come,” you said, through your teeth.
“Oh,” you tried to ignore the disappointment in Carlos’ voice. “Okay. The show starts at 7:30. Just tell the bouncer your name and he’ll let you - ” Before Carlos’ could finish, you slammed the phone down in its receiver.
Anger boiled inside of you. Who did he think he was? He ignored you for several years and suddenly, he appears thinking you’d crawl back to him like a desperate puppy? You stormed up to your room, pulling out your papers and started working. If Carlos thought he’d be able to play with the strings of your heart like that, you were going to show him he was wrong.
At 7:00, you sat back in your chair, impressed by the work you got done. You drummed your fingers and glanced at the clock. Well, what now? You bit your lip as your eyes flew to the phone where you had spoken with Carlos before. You sighed, heaving yourself up from the chair and went to go get dressed. You supposed seeing an old friend had no harm. And you knew in your heart that you wanted to see Carlos - especially after all these years.
You arrived at the concert at 7:45, hearing the music already pumping. As an old favorite, City is Ours, ended, you walked to the ticket booth. Surprisingly, there was no bouncer there so you slipped in through the door. You were near the front, just as the boys bounded up stage.
“Alright, the next song is called Paralyzed,” James shouted out to the crowd. James and the others looked the same as always, bright and cute. But your eyes didn’t stop looking for Carlos, who then appeared wearing a black shirt and white pants. He wore a white cap backwards on his head as he danced. You let out a sigh, admiring his appearance. He still looked amazing.
His eyes searched the crowd and when they landed on you, they stayed there. He stopped dancing as his eyes locked with yours and soon, some looked at you, wondering why. He didn’t even move when Logan started singing and the song started to play.
When the chorus started, he barely sung. He lifted the microphone to his lips and sang along, his eyes never leaving yours. “I try to speak, but girl you got my tongue tied. I tried to breathe, but I’m f-f-frozen inside. I try to move but I’m stuck in my shoes. You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed. I see you walking all you do is pat me by. Don’t even talk cause words don’t even come into my mind. I’d make a move if I had the guts to.”
At the next verse, he jumped of the stage and jogged towards you. He pulled you into his arms and held you close, pressing his forehead on yours. As Logan sang, he whispered the same words into your eyes. “Now, i learned a lot from my mistakes. Never let a good thing slip away. I had a lot of time to look back and my only regret is not telling you what I was going through.”
“Carlos,” you whispered his name.
At the chorus, he leaned in and kissed you, making you feel bliss. When you pulled apart he looked at you closely, a gleam on his eyes. “I’d make a move if I had the guts to. Paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-paralyzed.”