It was late. I couldn't sleep. What should I do? Call him late at night and tell him I cant sleep? No, that's weird. Honestly, I've never had a hard time falling asleep. But tonight was different. Am I stressed? No. What would I even stress about? Nothing happening now is no where near stress worthy. You know, maybe it wouldn't hurt giving him just one call. I pick up the phone, predicting what's to come from this call. He probably won't answer. I slowly dial his number, smiling at the thought of him actually answering. Ringing. Ringing. "Hello?" He answers. I can't help but smile at the sound of his groggy voice. "Hi". I reply silently. I feel kind of guilty waking him up this late. "What's up? Shouldn't you be asleep? It's like 10:34". I shuffle under my covers. He's right, I should be asleep. "That's what I'm trying to figure out". I hear him chuckle. That deep, dorky chuckle I love. "So you decide to call me? Excellent choice". I giggle. "Well, I figured you might be the least irritated with my situation". I could feel him smiling. I didn't have to see it to know it. "I never get irritated with your situations, they amuse me." He laughed. "Oh be quiet". He spoke again. "Okay". It came out as a whisper. I giggled again. "Wow, I think you're actually making me sleepy". He chuckled again. "Well, I think we should stop stalling each other, and get some real rest". I yawn. "Maybe you're right, goodnight then". He replied. "Goodnight". My thumb grazes the surface of the end button. I get ready to press, then unconsciously whisper, "I love you". The second I prepare to end the call, I hear him whisper back, "I love you too".
