Midnight Stories

#1

It was 10:30pm when I first heard the soft jingle of the bells again. Letting out a small giggle, I quietly climbed out of bed hoping not to wake up my parents. As the jingle continued I crept across my room making my way to the window that first started my friendship with Cole. At the tender age of 7 I was uprooted from my home in Virginia after my mom got offered a job opportunity she couldn't deny even if she wanted too. This opportunity took us to New Jersey where I had met my best friend, and neighbor Cole. The first time we met is actually a pretty funny story. He may or may not have bumped into me while holding a house warming cake and end up smashing my face into it and ruining my new shirt. Gosh, I remember being so mad that I refused to talk to him no matter how many times he apologized. As a way for our parents to attempt to get us to talk, they went down the old fashioned route of communication by tin cans and a sting which sits on both our windowsills with little bells attached to let each other know we want to talk. Let me tell you one thing, that "modern device" according to my parents collected dust for weeks until finally I dropped the grudge I had towards Cole in exchange for a new shirt to replace the cake shirt. And boy I swear by honey crisp apples dipped in caramel, it was the best decision I've ever made to this day. Snapping back into reality I hear a soft whisper call out my name.
"Aspen...... ASSSSSSPENNNN"
Groaning, I pick up the ten year old tin can and respond to Cole.
"Hey Cole, what's up?"
"WHATS UP! THATS ALL I GET IVE BEEN CALLING YOHR NAME FOR FIVE MINUTES!"
"Jeez, sorry, I spaced out."
I heard a quite, "as usual" before being attacked with multiple questions at once.
"Are you ready for tomorrow? Are we riding together or separate? Breakfast at yours mine? Answer me women I don't have all day!"
"First of all, tone it down Mr. Sassy pants and to answer the oh so nicely spaced out questions, yes I am excited for tomorrow but a little nervous though. For the following two either or it doesn't matter to me."
"Baby girl, you have nothing to be nervous about I'll be by your side as usual and plus it's senior year, it's suppose to be a lot easier and less stressful then last years."
"That's debatable," I muttered to myself. "But anyways if you do breakfast, I'll drive."
"Deal, on a side note why'd you wait all day to let this be discussed, you could have just texted me about it"
"But Aspeennnnn" came Coles whiny voice "where would the fun in that be? You know, I actually miss taking through these stupid tim cans."
I let out a yawn be fore responding, "I know.. it has been a while. Maybe we can start this up again."
"Yeah, I agree. Just know that no matter what Asp, I'm always a tin can and a string away." "Right back at you."
"Alright go to sleep, you're making me tired from all the yawning you are doing."
"I'm not that tired" I say before I yawn again. "Alright maybe I am, good night Cole I love you."
"Sweet dreams, Asp."
With that, his bedroom light goes off. As I make my way to my bed stumbling at least 20 times, I can't help but still feel nervous about the first day of senior year starting tomorrow and how this could potentially be the beginning of the end. With that beautiful thought in my head, I begin to drift off into the unconscious world praying that I remembered to set my alarm.