Skype call.
"Hey Roger, I gotta go."
"Ok..."
Then...
"WAIT WAIT WAIT"
She sighed. "What..."
"Um..."
Shit. No this can't be happening.
"What is it, Roger?"
"Um... uh..." I tried again. Not now not now not now...
"Dude, just spit it out."
I quickly mumbled, "I love you..." , and looked down, my face getting hotter by the second.
When I looked back up at the screen, she was smiling. I swear I could feel the warmth of her smile through the screen.
She chuckled. "I love you too, Weirdo..."
She hung up.
I woke up, blushing.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
