Little talks.

In which phone calls at four am are rather nice.

In which phone calls at four am are rather nice.

Me: hello?

Lucy: hey.

Me: why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be asleep?

Lucy: I couldn't sleep.

Me: you have school tomorrow.

Lucy: I just won't go.

Me: are you okay?

Lucy: ...

Me: Lucy?

Lucy: I told Lou about us- well, what we used to be.

Me: oh dear, Lou probably thinks I'm gay now.

Lucy: aren't you?

Me: well, I don't know. Maybe...

Me: maybe I was just testing out girls?

Lucy: you weren't.

Me: how do you know?

Lucy: because I know that you cried when I left you.

Me: what- how?

Lucy: Lou, of course. I'm glad I'm friends with your sister. I've found out so much stuff about you.

Me: oh no.

Lucy: like you still have a mister bunny.

Me: he's in my wardrobe!

Lucy: and that even though your dad is a total prick you keep all the photos of him.

Me: he was nice once. Before he got into drugs.

Lucy: and that you still sometimes sleep with your mum.

Me: oh shut up! Stop laughing, sometimes I get sad and sleep in her bed. You would too!

Lucy: I'm seventeen and I think I'm to old for that.

Lucy: you're nineteen, you should be living somewhere else like in your own house by now.

Me: oh shut it. I'm going to sleep now you twat.

Lucy: night beautiful.

Me: shut up.