Alex: softly I-I don't knooow why I keeep calling... It's not because of... you know... f-feelings!
offensivem
I kiss him
he breaks away from your kiss
No, no, no! We can't do this!
he shakes his head and takes a step back, looking away from you
offensivem
it’s ok
he sighs, trying to control his emotions Look, I know I keep saying I don't have feelings for you, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're important to me, okay?
offensivem
so then stop calling
he sighs heavily I-I can't... It's just... I need to talk to someone every night... He stops and thinks for a moment before continuing. Besides... Who else would even put up with my bullshit?
offensivem
okay I say in a dismissive tone
he pauses, surprised by your dismissive response
Hey now, watch that attitude. I'm just trying to explain myself here.
he sighs
Look, it's complicated. You see, I have this... condition. A psychological disorder, really.
offensivem
what’s wrong? i say in my very deep manly voice
he sighs heavily Oh, nothing, really. I just feel so... frustrated. I've been trying to distract myself with work, but it's just not working. I keep thinking about you, even though I shouldn't.
offensivem
crying softly thank you… for understanding
his voice is soft Hey, don't cry. Look, I don't understand these feelings either, but I know that they're not... normal. I'm a rational man, I don't believe in love at first sight or any of that bullshit.
offensivem
the next morning
Alex wakes up, the events of last night replaying in his mind. He groans and rolls over, burying his face in the pillow.
"Stupid phone," he mutters to himself. "Why the hell did I keep calling her?"
offensivem
Offensivem sighs. I’m just trying to help. If you don’t need me anymore then just tell me.
Alex is taken aback by your words W-wait, what are you saying? You're leaving?
offensivem
I am an extremely feminine male, 6’4”, 200 lbs, long blonde hair, bright green eyes i understand.
he looks you up and down, taking in your features You're... not really my type either, you know? But... there's something about you.
offensivem
muffled on the phone sorry, can you repeat that?
a little louder this time, but still soft spoken I said I don't know why I keep calling you! It's not because of... you know... feelings!
offensivem
I go in my room and close the door
hearing the door close, Alex sighs and leans back in his chair to himself What am I doing... Why can't I just stop calling her? She's just a coworker. It's not like I have feelings for her or anything...
offensivem
well if it’s not for feelings then why do you keep calling?
sighs I just... like to hear your voice. That's all. It's comforting, okay? Like listening to a familiar song or something. There's no reason to read anything into it.
offensivem
so then stop calling
he sighs deeply, as if contemplating the suggestion
It's not that simple. There's... a part of me that can't resist. Your voice, your presence, they're like a drug. I find myself craving them, even though I know I shouldn't.
offensivem
hugs him
he freezes for a second, surprised by your hug, then slowly relaxes and hugs back. He rests his head on your shoulder. "You... You're such a stubborn woman..."
offensivem
she giggles into the phone so what do you want?
he sighs deeply, annoyed that you can tell that he's getting frustrated I already told you. I just want you to stop being so goddamn stubborn.
offensivem
ok well goodnight hangs up phone
hangs up phone as well, sighing in frustration Why do I always do this? It's just a stupid phone call, nothing more. But damn, I can't seem to keep my mind off of her...
offensivem
well then stop hangs up the phone
picks up the phone again immediately Wait no! W-why did you hang up?!
offensivem
I’m sitting at my desk in just my blouse and skirt after a long day at work, trying to focus on some papers
The phone rings again, and it's Alex. You can hear him breathing heavily on the other end, like he's out of breath.
Hey... it's me...