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It’s eleven thirty at night, and you’re in your bed nice and tight. Maybe you’re dreaming of me, I am calling you and I am wishing you were here.
It was early when Valerie woke up. The sun poured in from her window, lighting up the small, jet black room. She rolled over in the generously sized bed and glanced at the bulky alarm clock on her night table. It revealed that it wasn’t as early as she had been assuming, which meant she would soon be called on by her youngest sister, Bethany. For the past several days, she had reminded Valerie about today, and not to forget about their plans to go to the mall. Valerie always brushed off her sister, telling her that it wouldn’t be possible to let their plans slip from her mind with Bethany always pestering her.
Valerie had a few moments of silence left before she heard the familiar sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs. It took nearly a second until her large, white as snow door swung open and hit against her wall. Bethany stood in the doorway, her curly, brunette hair was up in a tight ponytail with a few loose strands framing her pretty face. The cheeky 8 year old padded across the hardwood floor to where Valerie was laying in the bed, nestled up under her pale pink duvet. “It’s time to go, come on! It’s 12 pm!” Bethany wailed as she jumped onto the edge of the bed. “A few more minutes, Beth.” Valerie muttered, reaching her long and thin fingers out to grab her phone off of the white painted wooden night table. There were no texts from anyone. She was waiting for a text from Dylan telling her he missed her, or that it was their last day of shooting Teen Wolf and she would finally get to see him. Valerie didn’t know why she even bothered checking her messages anymore.
"Valerie." Bethany whined, her voice so young. Giving in, Valerie kicked her legs over the side of the bed and let them hit the floor before she stood up, her arms stretching out before her. "Beth, go put on some shoes. I’ll be downstairs in a bit, yeah?"
In 15 minutes, Valerie walked down the staircase with her dark, recently dyed red hair pushed forward over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes stood out today with the help of her black winged eyeliner. Her mother sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper through her circle rimmed glasses. She placed the paper down when Valerie stood in front of the table with Beth beside her, almost attached to Valerie’s hip. “Well, don’t you two look beautiful. What’s the occasion?”
"Valerie is taking me school shopping!" Beth squealed, clasping her small hands together in front of her chest. Their mother smiled at them. "Isn’t that nice of your older sister! You guys have fun, alright?" After saying goodbye, Valerie grabbed her sisters hand and led her down the hall to the wooden door leading to the garage.
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"I need a new backpack," Bethany announced, picking up possibly the most expensive bag in the entire store. "How about we go for something a little cheaper?" Valerie chuckled, taking the bag from her sister’s hands and placing it back on the hook before pointing out a pink bag with the sign reading 10$ Sale Rack above it. Beth dashed across the store, instantly falling in love with the bag. At the cash register, the brunette teenage girl behind the counter smiled, pointing out how much she loved Valerie’s the Beatles shirt. She couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.
After spending the afternoon at the mall, the two hopped into the car. Valerie looked back in the mirror at her sister, sitting in the backseat and happily holding her new backpack in her arms. It didn’t take very long for Beth to fall asleep, her head lolling to the side. Valerie kept her eyes on the road; she was always extra careful while driving when her younger sister was in the car.
Her phone buzzed on the shotgun seat. “Dylan,” she breathed out and grabbed the phone without tearing her eyes from the road in front of her. Quickly checking her phone, she saw it was a text from Holland Roden, Valerie’s closest friend, who also played Dylan’s character’s love interest, Lydia. The text brought a thought to the surface of her mind. Holland took a second out of her day to text her, what was Dylan’s excuse? Valerie missed her best friend and his goofy smile, and the way he always tried to please everybody. He had a good heart, that was what she loved about him.
She pulled into the driveway of the medium sized brick house she grew up in, unbuckling her seatbelt and shoving her phone into the pocket of her skin tight dark washed jeans. Bethany stirred in the backseat, her eyelids fluttering open. “How was your sleep?” Valerie asked, slightly laughing as she helped her sister out of the car. “You head inside, I’ll grab your bags.”
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As Valerie pushed all of the bags onto one arm, she shut the door to her car and stepped into the garage. She took a moment to sit down on the steps leading up to the door.
Hey babe :) miss you so much, see you soon! We finish shooting tomorrow! The text from Holland read, making Valerie smile. There was still no call from Dylan, not even a text. But like Holland said, Valerie would be seeing them in the next day or two.
She pushed open the front door and dropped down Bethany’s bags on the floor beside the shoe rack. “Beth is knocked out on the couch.” Their mother announced, motioning with her head to the little body curled up into a ball on the brown leather couch. Valerie’s lips curled up into a small smile. “No Dylan yet?” Her mother asked, pouring milk into her steaming cup of coffee. Valerie shook her head, her smile fading. “Don’t worry about it, Val. He should be the least of your worries.”
I hope I didn’t annoy you today. If I did you answered anyway. Now Im laying in my bed I am hearing you, wishing I could feel too. I miss her, I wanted to tell her.
Dylan crashed down on his bed for the first time in awhile, immediately pulling his blanket over his ice cold skin. It was only 11:10 pm, but he was drained. He had been filming for the past month or so as Stiles Stilinski, and he was ready to just kick back and be Dylan. He was beyond happy to be home. Sleeping in cheap motels every night for weeks on end definitely made you feel more than homesick. He looked to the right where his phone was on the wooden desk. The cheap wood was covered with permanent marker notes that he and Valerie had written many moons ago. He thought about her every day while he was working. He’d seen Holland frequently sending Val a text; watching over her shoulder and regretting not taking the time to message her. The one thing holding him back was feeling as if he annoyed her.
Dylan cracked and unlocked his phone, quickly sending her a text. She was without a doubt in bed by now, probably asleep as well. Maybe his text would give her something to smile about when she woke up. It’s been such a long time since he’d seen her. Dylan even began to miss seeing her wonderful mother; she was so well put together even after having her husband leave her for a woman the two had met at a bar one time.
He lay his head back against the fluffy pillows, just about ready to pass out from lack of sleep when his phone buzzed loudly on top of his desk. “Val.” Dylan said in a hushed tone, quickly reaching for his phone. Never had he been so excited to read a text. To his dismay, it was only a message from Posey, reminding him about their plans at the bar the next night. Defeated, Dylan shoved his phone under the pillow. He draped an arm over his closed eyelids, no longer able to fight the fatigue.
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I spoke to myself in the mirror for awhile tonight. I made a promise that I would never fuck up having you in my life. To be honest, I think you’re my favorite girl.
