*phone ringing*
"Wendy?"
Sobbing from the other line.
"H-Hickory My c-car broke down. I c-can't fix it and it's really d-dark."
He grips the steering wheel and begins to speed up.
"Shh Wendy, I'm coming as fast as I can to get you. How far are you from the gas station?"
"Far enough. D-damn Hickory this was not supposed to happen. I want to go h-home."
"I'll be there soon. Please don't cry, you'll have your shoes and I'll take you home."
"I want to hear your violin."
"What?"
"Stop driving and play something for me. Please."
"Right now?"
"Please Hickory? I need you."
He hesitates, but pulls over.
"Ok. You're in luck Wendy, I always bring my violin with me."
She laughs mixed with a sob
"Thank you. I'm glad it was you."
"Hmm?"
"I'm glad it was you who found my shoes."
His heart flutters as he holds the phone against ear and takes out his violin.
"Well I'm glad they were your shoes."
"Don't say that unless you mean it."
"I mean it."
"Ok. now play."
He tunes the strings and begins to play something sweet and soft. As he plays he looks out and realizes it has begun to snow.
"Wendy, do you see it?"
"Mmmm snow. Keep playing. I feel like I'm in some cheesy romance movie and I don't want it to end.
"I'll play till you fall asleep."
"Mmmm"
He picks his violin back up and plays for what seems like forever.
"Wendy?"
"..."
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The Violinist and the Dancer
Historia CortaThis 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...
