"January."
"Um... good morning. It's like six, so why are you calling me?"
"Because I was awake."
"'Was'?"
"Am. Dammit."
"..."
"So what are you doing?"
"I was about to make myself some tea to drink while I wait for the sun to come up, but our teapot isn't unpacked yet, so I guess I won't."
"That's kind of depressing. I don't drink tea, but still."
"Your sympathy is appreciated."
"..."
"..."
"I guess part of the reason why I called is because I didn't talk to you a lot last night and I'm curious."
"...about what?"
"You. What are your hobbies? Have you ever had a boyfriend? What do you want to be? Who do you want to be? What college are you going to go to?"
"... all this from a guy who called me 'babe' the first day he met me..."
"I call everyone 'babe'. Your point?"
"It's only that you aren't as shallow as you seemed at first."
"Ah. So, are you going to answer me?"
"What for?"
"To put me out of my misery."
"Um... okay. Haha. I... well, I'm a little obsessed with languages. That's the only thing that I'm good at, for the most part."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm fluent in Spanish and Italian--and English, obviously--and I'm working on French and German."
"That's cool. Like... really cool."
"...uh, Landon? I have to go. My mom just got up."
"Wait-"
"Talk to you later!"
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January Clarke and All the Things That Didn't Work
Short Story❝Mom?❞ ❝I am not your mother, and why are you in my house?❞ ❝Aw, crud.❞ • • • January Clarke hasn't had many successes in her seventeen years. She has broken lots of things, embarrassed lots of people, gotten lost in places like Disneyworld, and mic...
