January 31, 2014
12:00 a.m.
She calls.
Him: I was begninning to miss these little midnight talks.
Her: Sure you were.
Him: Actually I was.
Her: Aren't you creeped out?
Him: At first, now not really.
Her: You're weird
Him: I'm pretty cool.
Her: I know who you are. You're not that cool.
Him: We both know I am
Her: Fine. Maybe you are, cocky ass.
Him: Why won't you talk to me in person?
Her: I don't want to.
Him: Scared I'm going to make fun of you?
Her: I know you wouldn't.
Him: Yeah, I don't do that shit with my other friends.
Her: I know.
Him: They can be dicks.
Her: First hand experience.
Him: Really? I'm sorry.
Her: Don't worry. You did everything you could to stop it.
Him: I don't remember...
Her: Of course you don't. But that's ok.
Him: Why are you always up at midnight by the way?
Her: I just am.
Him: Ok fine...
Her: Why are you?
Him: I just sleep late.
Her: Yeah ok.
Him: So why are you up?
Her: I should go.
Him: Ok. Bye.
She hangs up.
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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
