To The Boy In History

October 14th

October 14th

Dear boy in history class,

You called me last night, maybe an hour after dinner. The conversation just started out normal, you were asking about our project, a time line of the war of 1812 -both sides- and you would crack a joke when the topic started to get too boring. Even my boring conversations with you don't make me feel bored. How does that happen? How can I like talking to someone so much that I'll settle for a dispute about the United States' blocked trade with Britain or how Napoleon tricking President Madison into believing that France would stop the blockade on U.S. trade.

Maybe it's just the sound of your voice that makes me endure it without a second thought. Or maybe that you tire of the subject just as quickly as I do and you start asking questions about anything other than school. Perhaps that's why we talked all through the night. It must have been near two in the morning before one of us finally fell asleep. All I know is when I woke up; my phone was still connected to the call with you and I could hear the sound of your soft snores through the speaker. It makes me wonder if I snored last night? Or did I say something in my sleep that I shouldn't have? I've been told that I ramble when I'm really passed out, that I could have conversation after conversation without even knowing it.

Did we even finish working on the time line?

The girl two rows back.