*phone ringing*
"Hey.You ok?"
"It's late Hickory, I'm tired."
"Only a few more hours Wendy, you can do it."
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"You love your point shoes."
"I don't know if I love them this much."
sputtering sounds in the background.
"My car is making weird noises."
"Maybe you should stop driv-"
"It's totally fine. I think it just stopped."
"If you're sure."
"I am. Don't fall asleep on me Hickory darling. My favorite shoes are on the line."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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The Violinist and the Dancer
Short StoryThis is for "Late Night Phone Calls" One-Shot competition, Yay! Hickory is the kind of boy who just wants to lay under stars and listen to classical music forever. Wendy wants to travel the world, kiss boys and dance to her hearts content. When Hic...
