T H R E E
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[incoming call: unknown number]
"arvo," he says before i can utter a word.
i shake my head in confusion. "arvo?" i repeat.
ashton giggles. "yeah, it means afternoon."
"i never will understand australian slang," i tell him. "what are you doing?"
"laying in bed, we're about to go out actually." he lets out a tired sigh.
"that's cool. where are you guys again?" i shift in my position, switching onto my back.
"new zealand," he answers. i nod my head.
"i'm watching tv," I finally say, switching on the set in front of me.
"i didn't ask," he retorts.
i roll my eyes. "well, now you don't have to."
the line goes silent for a minute, but this time i don't check to see if he hung up. by now, i know that silence is our main way of communicating — or not communicating, i should say. "when are you coming to the states?" i bite my lip.
i hear shuffling on his side of the line, almost like he's checking a calendar. however, he doesn't give me a straight answer. "soon," is all he says.
i close my eyes for a second, not sure of the exact reason i'm irritated. is it because of the days that keep us apart or the way he avoided the answer? "okay," i manage. "i think i'm going to go."
ashton doesn't say anything, so i hang up.
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yo yo yo how you doin'
i hope you like this part, because it took me, like, 15 minutes to write.
and i hope you're doing okay and are happy ((: you guys are the best and you deserve that.
also, a small shout-out to murdermuke because i read her book savagery last night at 2AM and it was amazing. so kudos to her.
alright, that's it for now. until next time.
kylie ツ
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