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A/N: Hey guys! I'm just trying to get back in the swing of writing so this is going to be a kind of flash fiction story. Hope ya like it!

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 My palms sweat nervously inside my gloves. Why did I even wear gloves? It's like 40 degrees. 

She was suppose to be here 20 minutes ago. It's not right to keep a guy waiting. *ding!*

I fumble to get my phone out of my pocket. It's her. 

"Hey! I am so sorry Jonah. Something came up. Can we meet another time?"

"No, you're fine. Just forget about it. It was dumb anyway."

"What were you going to ask me then?"

"Ummm.... welll....

*delete*

No that's dumb, she'll catch on easy.

"I was wondering... Would you go on a date with me?"

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Typing bubbles, no typing bubbles, typing bubbles, no typing bubbles. It went on for hours on end. 

Finally it stopped. Hours, days, weeks, months passed. No reply. 

I started to hate myself until news spread. 

Ally never answered. Ally was dead. 

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A/N: That was it! I told you it'd be short. I'm going to try and start writing bigger stories.

-K