February 1, 2014
12:00 a.m.
She calls.
Him: You're always so punctual.
Her: I like being on time.
Him: That's pretty cool.
Her: Yeah.
Him: So what's up?
Her: The sky.
Him: Seriously.
Her: I hate life.
Him: Why?
Her: I just do.
Him: Want to tell me about it? I don't know who you are so it wouldn't matter.
Her: You might know me. We have some of the same classes.
Him: Don't I know you for sure then?
Her: You've never acknowledged me before.
Him: Really?
Her: You're kind of oblivious.
Him: That's true.
Her: But you might still recognize me.
Him: Yeah, but you'll never tell me your name, so therefore you will forever be uknown.
Her: True.
Him: I'm a wise one.
Her: I'm still not telling you.
Him: Fine.
Her: I like talking to you.
Him: You're kind of blunt sometimes aren't you.
Her: Yeah, I guess so. I also think you smell like shit.
Him: Uh thanks?
Her: You use way too much cologne. And you snore in class.
Him: Way to boost my ego.
Her: I don't call you to boost your ego.
Him: Why do you call me?
Her: Nice try. I'm not telling you.
Him: How'd you get my number?
Her: Not telling.
Him: You're frustruating.
Her: I'm evasive. Bye.
Him: But wai-
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
