Everything in Between

Chapter 6: Little Talks

"Well tell her I miss our little talks."
-Of Monsters and Men

Elise. She was something else. Every night we would talk, I'd picture her smiling as she lay in her bed, the light from the phone illuminating her lovely face.

As the years grew by, our talks in the late night, watched only by the moon, became less frequent. With the words that were once uttered with resplendent means, now became dull and pedantic. With each school year passing by ever since that one night, we grew farther apart as waves of life swept us away in separate directions.

Okay, Nick, we get it. Something happened but you're not going to tell us, cause you'll save it for later and it's bad for business.

Other Nick knows me so well. Sorry, I get nostalgic. Or maybe sentimental is the right word...

It was true, though, we drifted apart over the years. Our messages, and interactions have been reduced from laughs to eye rolls, gentle giggles and concealed smiles. From 100 messages in a night to a "Hello" unanswered for days. 

But it wasn't always like this. There came a time when I'd watch the moon slowly sink over the horizon as I waited for her reply. Or I imagined her doing the same as she waited for mine. There came a time when I watched the clock slowly move away, begging it to stand still so we'd have more time.

To stop the force of time and the waves of dreariness and sleep, we fired arrows of nonsense at each other. Words, phrases of random thoughts that'd make no sense to others but it made sense to us, because it'd keep everything going. Even if it's quotes from Shakespeare or languages either of us have yet to learn.

Though times have changed, and so have we, there's still that rare blue moon that shines once in a while on a night like this. And for a brief moment, it was as if the waves collided in a beautiful motion, as if we were never apart.

Okay, I think you get the picture. I'll continue with the story.

"Can we talk?"

-Elise

I knew it was her, since who else would be awake. And judging from the message, some serious poop is about to go down.

Yeah, sorry. We keep it PG in the Nick life.

"Hey! Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Apart from my good looks, charming personality and awesome narrating skills, I also have a habit of using perfect punctuation and spelling when texting. The more you know.

"Nothing. I actually just wanted to see if you're awake."

"Well, I am now. Whatcha doing?"

I'd like to think slang is excluded from this habit, but if you deem it right, then judge on, dear reader. Judge on.

"Talking to you, and wondering about the math homework."

Ah yes, the infamous math homework which I have already done in recess, like the good hard worker I am.

Totally not lying. Okay, maybe a little bit. But to my defense I tried. Some things are just meant to be done on the day itself.

"Ah," I send back. "That makes one of us."

"How about you?" She replied, not a minute or two later. "What are you doing?"

Cheesy foolproof Nick line in 3...

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