January 7, 2014
12:00 a.m.
She calls.
Him: I don't even know why I'm answering.
Her: I don't either.
Him: But I don't know why you're calling.
Her: I do.
Him: Of course you do.
Her: I won't tell you why.
Him: I know you won't.
Her: Yeah.
Him: Why midnight by the way?
Her: Just because.
Him: Not a straight answere again, of course.
Her: I'm not a straight person.
Him: Are you an old person?
Her: No. I'm a Senior like you.
Him: Same school?
Her: Yeah.
Him: Why me? Why not anyone else in our school?
Her: Because you're you.
She hangs up.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Calls
Short Story❝It was precisely midnight when he wondered if the beauty of her name would ever touch his arid lips❞ - M i d n i g h t M y s t e r y
