11:58 PM
MAX: Are you sure about this?
EMILY: Max, shut up and kiss me.
MAX: What does this mean? Are we back together?
EMILY: Max, shut the hell up.
MAX: Em I have to know. What about Shane?
EMILY: What about Shane?
MAX: Are you doing this because of him? He's been gone two months—
EMILY: Two and a half months.
MAX: Right. Are you doing this because you miss him?
EMILY: Forget about Shane.
MAX: And us?
EMILY: We're just having fun.
MAX: Fun.
EMILY: Yeah, now kiss me.
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Parallel Lines // ✓
Short StoryWe're like parallel lines; always close, never together. Told in texts, tweets, phone calls, and other forms of communication.
