12:45 AM
Howell Lancaster
Are you awake?
Howell Lancaster
Never mind, I can see you reading this.
1:04 AM
Howell Lancaster
And now she ignores me...
Florence Halls
?
Howell Lancaster
WOW Florence. Really testing the boundaries with that word count there.
Florence Halls
Howie.
Howell Lancaster
Come over.
Florence Halls
Its past midnight and I have a math test tomorrow
Howell Lancaster
Well I have cold takeout and every season of The Office.
Florence Halls
Goodnight Howie.
Howell Lancaster
My dad called.
Howell Lancaster
And my mom's on a date with some guy named Chip.
Howell Lancaster
(. . .)
Suddenly the window to his fire escape was pushed open, letting the loud city night leak its way into his peaceful room. Florence Halls stepped through it, her lanky frame hunched over. She hit her head on the way in, causing a silent curse to leave her lips. She wore an old baseball tea and a pair of black shorts, her dirty blonde hair tied messily atop of her head. She smiled, "Where's this takeout you mentioned?"
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Here's a little teaser of what this story is about. It's pretty simple, made up of mostly conversations between Howie and Florence. I hope you enjoy it and what's to come.
YOU ARE READING
Howie.
Short Story----- "He was a star in the night sky and I was blinded by the city lights." -----
