Love Letter

Lynne:

I wake to look around the living room. Pie plates and cups are left sitting on the tables. Kelly is rolled up in a circle on the other half of the sectional. The stereo on the TV console is blurry until I put my glasses on and see that it says 2:34 in the morning. My phone is sitting on top of my chest. I click it checking it out of habit, seeing a text from Ian. I read it and sent back a response saying:

Lynne: Meet at one? It is my turn this time.

Making my way up to the bed, my phone chirps, surprised by the quick response.

Ian: I will be there with bells and whistles. Do your best. ☺

Lynne: Why on Earth are you awake right now?

Ian: Could not sleep.

Lynne: You seem to have the opposite effect on me.

Ian: Are you calling me boring Miss Lynne Winifred Bettendorf?

Lynne: Quite the opposite – you make me exhausted.

Ian: I will see you at noon – now go to bed.

Lynne: I said one... Night.

Ian: I know. Goodnight.

I drift into sleep faster than I thought was possible, dreaming about Ian.

I wake around nine in the morning in a panic. I hustle down to Kelly's room. I am surprised that her room is completely redecorated from high school. Instead of pink and lime green being the primary colors throughout the room, it is now a tan with light blue accents popping. I flop down on her bed, trying to wake her. "What" she gruffs out, mad that anyone would wake her before noon.

"Kelle," I use her nickname, hoping it will work in my favor, "I kind of need your help."

"What could be so important?" She bellows out, pulling the covers over her head. I lost confidence in asking for help and backed out of the room. I sit around longer than I would like twiddling my thumbs until inspiration hits, and I know what we will do today. I called Luke, hoping that he could help me out.