The Radio Lover

Chapter 2

Breathe in, breathe out.

"Who is this" I asked in the sternest voice possible, trying my hardest not to stutter. I always got nervous when talking to new people.

"I'm sure I've answered this before" He spoke with an amused tone "It's general cutie".

"How did you do this!" Getting agitated I raised my voice.

Silence.

"Erm Sargent, with all do respect, if you're talking about how I'm coming through your radio then you obviously don't understand how radios work." He calmly said.

What does he mean of course I know how radios wor-

"Radios go through different channels, not just the radios you bought together, we are on the same channel right now." He chuckled, low and deep "You knew that right?"

Oh. Right.   

"I'm guessing you didn't from your silence" I could literally hear the smirk in his voice, but he was right. I didn't know that.

"Whatever" I mumbled.

"I like you, you're cute Sargent Doo Doo head" Although the words were obviously filled with humour, I couldn't help but feel a pull in my heart. Arghhhhh.

"I'm going to sleep, when I wake up I expect to never hear your voice again. Good bye General moron" and with that I placed it on my bedside table and rolled over in my bed, pulling the quilt over my head. Trying to block out the embarrassing moment I just had.

"Alright Sargent, I'll just talk you to sleep. So if we can talk through this that must mean we are close by. You might even live in my street. We could even be going to the same school, wow. I'll have to check tomorrow in school for a Sargent Doo Doo head."

I groaned, why did I have to say Sargent Doo Doo head? I pulled the blankets off me and grabbed the radio.

"Can you stop calling me Sargent Doo Doo head? Actually just stop talking all together, leave me alone and go to sleep." I huffed in a whisper.

"Where's the fun in that, Sargent?" He tested. For fucks sake.

"Who are you, what's your actual name?" I demanded getting frustrated.

"Well Hunny, aren't you cute when you get mad" Before I could interrupt him he carried on "Get ready to shit your pants if you know me, but my name is John Smith" Thank god I didn't know him. "What about you? What's your name?" He questioned. I mean I guess he didn't know me, my name wouldn't hurt.

"It's Freya Simmons" I whispered.

Silence. Did he leave?

"Hello?" I asked.

"Miss me already?" His voice came out soft through the radio.

"No, I was just wondering if you finally shut up" I snapped.

"Alright well Freya, I'll talk to you tomorrow I'm knackered" He yawned through the radio.

"Let's not John, goodnight and goodbye"

I sighed and put the walkie talkie away. Thank god he has shut up.

I pulled the covers over me once more and let my mind run wild, trying to get some sleep, but all I could think of is why he went silent after I said my name. He couldn't know me could he? No, impossible. I don't know a John Smith. I chuckled at my stupidity and let my dreams take over me.

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