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  you: WHAT DID YOu JUST PUT IN MY DRINk??

cal: i found it at the store its supposed to turn into an edible animal

you: NO IT'S NOT EDIBLE THEYRE LITTLE FOAM ANIMALS CAPSULES™

cal: OOPS LEMME GET YOU A NEW ONE

you: and SCENE.

cal: we should be text actors

you: we should

you: we really should

cal: too bad im famous already

you: too bad im not

cal: slay

you: i miss u

cal: im sitting right next to you

you: im going to miss u

cal: :(

you: face to face talk??

cal: sure sweetheart

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you: i can't believe i leave tomorrow

Erin: i can't believe you leave tomorrow

you: SIGH.

erin: i hate texting you.

you: why?

erin: because i love talking to you face to face now that i know you.

you: want me to put my phone down?

erin: no

you: why not silly

erin: because even though it's dark, your screen lights up your face and whenever you smile i just

you: you just what?

erin: you make me so happy. so happy.

erin: and i also love texting you because i feel like you're right next to me when you're not.

you: kiss me

erin: wh

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The dark Seattle sky is greatly contrasted from the bright lights of the city, and the view is spectacular from her apartment.

We sit on the couch, a couple feet away from each other, and our eyes fixed on our screens as we type furiously to text back. It's 3:45 am and I have to leave at 7, so even though The Breakfast Club is on TV and we're supposed to be interacting with our voices, we just keep texting.

"erin: you make me happy. so happy."

I watch her blush when she sends it, her wavy black hair framing her tan skin, and her cheeks a dark crimson.

I think I'm I joking when I send what I sent. "kiss me". Until I realize that my hands have a mind of their own, maybe it was my real mind.

Life passes you in seconds. You fall asleep one day and you don't wake up, or a bus speeds towards you in flying colors and you forget everything and just focus on one thing you didn't do; live.

Who cares what management thinks, or what the fans think, or what my mother thinks?

Did you say it?

I love you? Did you say it?

So that's why I put my phone down and stare at her for two seconds before melting into her.

Her lips are soft and warm, a little chapped from the wind. My nose kind of gets in the way, and we laugh, but I still feel the sensuality and overall hotness of the situation.

She kisses my cheek and pulls me towards her so that my head is in the space between her collarbone and head, and she falls asleep in a few seconds. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me, even though it's physically impossible, and I drift off to sleep too.

Because I said it.

I love you.