first he was smiling.
him: it's been exactly three hours and fourteen minutes since i got out and she hasn't put our grades in yet!me: calm yourself.
him: get my mind off of this. please.
me: let's, uh - let's see who can jump the farthest off the swing set?
him: fantastic!
me: give me your phone first.
him: what? why?
me: so you'll stop checking it every single second. you're not allowed to look at it until... five.
him: five? that's like a billion hours away!
me: stop whining. hand it over.
him: ...fine.
me: you're like a petulant child.
him: can i just check it one more time pleas-
me: no.
him: okay...
me: now go beat my swing-jumping record.
him: but all those soccer moms will think i'm immature!
me: you are immature.
him: i fear judgment.
me: since when?
him: since now?
me: just go with it. remember, i'm the one with your phone.
him: i'm going, god!
me: i'm just human, man, but continue to shower me in compliments. i'll be on this bench making sure you don't cheat.
him: how can i cheat in a swing-jumping contest? never mind. prepare to be beaten.
me: oh, cooper... he's a keeper. i think.
him: look, nina, i'm going higher!
me: ha! oh, what vibrated? hope it's not mom or dad.
him: and higher!
me: it's cooper's mom.
him: whee!
me: should i read it for him? i don't want to snoop... but what if it's urgent? she doesn't text him often. ugh, make up your mind, nina!
him: i'm gonna jump soon!
me: "date's set. it's 6/25. hope u can make it." what does that even mean?
him: nina, did you see me jump? it was amazin- what are you doing on my phone?
me: uh, your -
him: did that crotchety old woman put the grades up?
me: wait, you're not supposed to -
him: you're going through my messages?
me: no - well, yes. but i only just unlocked it because i saw it was your mom and you said she doesn't talk to you a lot and i wanted to make sure it wasn't important so i wouldn't get your hopes up about the grades and -
him: enough.
me: ...
him: i can't believe you.
me: but -
him: we're leaving.
tear-stained paper, leaking pen.
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]