Blain

"Hey...It's me, again."

"Hey. You okay?" His voice was heavy with sleep, and I automatically felt bad for waking him.

"Yeah," I said quietly, hoping that nobody in my house could hear me. "I'm fine. I just...needed to hear somebody's voice."

"Another nightmare?" His voice was weary, but still held an edge of concern in it.

I sighed. "Yeah."

Silence enveloped us. I didn't mind it, I was just happy to know that he was there incase I needed him. "I miss you," I whispered.

"I know," He said softly, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. "I miss you too."

"Are you coming back for school?" I asked hopefully.

"I might, I don't know," I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but part of me just wished that he'd lie and tell me he would come back already. "I really want to, though, and there is a seventy percent chance that I will."

I knew he was just pulling numbers out of his ass, but for some reason, it comforted me. It gave me a spark of hope to replace the empty hallow ness that had settled into my stomach ever since he'd told me that he might stay in New York. I'm not going to lie, it terrified me knowing that he might not come back to me. I was barely pulling by knowing that he would come back, and when I found out he might never see me again, gods, I lost it. I cried for days and I didn't leave my room, I didn't eat and I didn't blog.

Eventually, I got the nerve to call him back, and we had a big heart to heart conversation about how we would call each other whenever we needed something. We sorted out my feelings for him, and I decided it was more of a brotherly/best friendish love than a romantic love. We started to talk daily afterward.

My social anxiety took a deadly turn and I started to have night terrors. It'd became in the norm to call him and have him talk to me for hours on end. His voice was just so soothing.

"I really want to see you," I said quietly. But at the same time, I didn't want him to see me, to see how badly I've become.

"Me too," He replied softly. I heard a muffled yawn on his side, and automatically felt guilty about waking him so early, at two in the morning. "I really just want to relax when I get there, though. I don't want to head straight into school."

I understood why. He'd basically gone ghost over the summer, leaving Long Beach behind and saying hello to New York. People would bombard him with questions, poke into his personal life. He just wanted to lay low, let people wonder a bit more before telling his story to the whole Eighth Grade.

"Oh." I said. My eyelids were starting to droop, but I ignored my body's ache for sleep. "You know, I'm not sure if Malia will be very happy about you not having any contact with her over the summer."

"I know," He said nervously. "Can you talk to her? And tell me if she's with Ty? Because if she is, I'm going to avoid the subject of us dating...forever."

I wanted to laugh, but the matter was too serious and I was afraid of waking somebody. "I won't even bring up the subject of you," I said. "I'll just ask if their going out and then say something innocent."

"Innocent? Like what?" He asked, humor evident in his tone.

"Hmm, I don't know. I'll just make something up, I guess." I sigh. "You might want to avoid Orizaba for a while."

"I know."

Silence. Again. I stared out my window, and into the dark blue sky. It was littered with stars, stars that I used to see dance in his eyes.

"I've got to go," His voice broke the icy silence. "Grandma is down the hall, call me tomorrow-"

The line went dead. I sighed and brought the phone away from my ear, staring at his caller ID picture. It was of the two of us taking a selfie in front of Rite-Aid. Tears almost slipped down my cheeks as I replayed the memory over and over in my head.

I slumped against the wall against my bed, and put my head back and stared at my ceiling numbly. I missed him so much. I just wanted to see him.

So I slipped into a deep sleep in hopes of seeing him in my dreams.

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Ok. So my first story lol.

Bye bye,

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