THIS IS GOING TO BE A FILLER CHAPTER. I'M SORRY GUYS! I'VE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY.
Stella
Phone calls with Alec
"Hello?" the voice I'd become so familiar with greeted me on the other side of the line. I smiled.
"Hey, Alec,"
"Hello, Stella, something wrong?" he asked. My hands fumbled with the pencil in my hand.
"Actually, yeah," I reply, chewing my lip.
"Really?" He asks tersely. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I'm having some trouble with Lord of the Flies," I admit, drawing a butterfly on my notebook
"I loved that book," he laughs. "Hey, I want to see you. Look out your window."
I comply, and sit up, seeing Alec's gorgeous smile across the street. He gives me a little wave, and the butterflies in my stomach are released.
"Good enough?" I whisper, ducking my head down so he doesn't see the stupid smile on my face.
I hear him laugh. "Just enough,"
"Okay, here's the question: What are some underlying themes in the story?" I ask him.
The line goes silent for a moment. I peer out of the window again. Alec is pacing while scratching the back of his head. I sit on my desk so I can see him. Catching me, he stops and waves. Picking his phone up, he begins.
"Sit down like a normal person, first." he tells me, and I disappear out of his view.
"Okay," he starts. "The first would be that inside of all of us, we've got a little evil. No one really knows why, or how that evil comes about, but it does. we're not perfect."
He continues talking, but I close my eyes and listen to the sound of his voice. I love the way he talks. His r's are punctual, and the way l's roll off his tongue makes me smirk. I let out a sigh after about 10 minutes of his melodic voice.
"Stella?" He asks, and I wake up from my trance.
"Sorry," I mumble, "I just like listening to your voice," I admit.
"I love yours," he tells me, and I start to blush.
"Okay," I say after a giggle, "I'll pay attention this time- I promise!"
Ryder
"Good morning, goofball," Ryder's cheery tone greets me after rudely waking me up.
"Ryder," I groan, my voice still hoarse, "It's 2AM"
"I know it is," he sighs, "but I was thinking about stuff- mainly you."
"Okay," I reply, drifting off to sleep.
"Stella, I'm serious here," Ryder urges.
"I'm seriously tired," I sigh, shifting in bed.
"Okay here it is," Ryder says, taking a breath. "If I were to / ride my bike a thousand miles / dress myself a thousand styles / If I were to / swim to the depths of the sea / give up every inch of me / let my dove of a heart flutter free / will you understand? "
His voice was soft and melodic. I loved it. My eyes slowly fluttered closed, and I heard Ryder calling my name again.
"Falling asleep on me again?" He asked, and I giggled.
"I'll see you in the morning," I told him, my head starting to dream.
"Sweet dreams," he sang, and I hung up my phone, Ryder's voice still echoing in my head.
I AM SOBBING THIS TOOK FOREVER SORRY SORRY SORRY I'VE BEEN SO BUSY ITS INSANE WAH
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Подростковая литератураStella Grey was just 5 years old when her best friend Alexander Smith and his family moved away to England due to his father's job. "Alec, you're gonna be gone forever?" Stella asked with a shaking voice. The hairs that had come undone from her bra...
