text me back | g.d.

n i n e t e e n

wednesday 11:55 pm

"hi," i say, a deep smile on my face.

the phone is on speaker in front of me as i wait for him to respond.

"hey."

god, his voice is so hot. like legitimately hot.

"um.. what are you doing?"

he thinks, "talking to you. how 'bout you?"

i shrug, even though he can't see me, "just sitting."

there's a few minutes of silence between us.

"so... do you text random people often?" i rock back and forth.

he chuckles, "no. you're my first."

i blush even though it's a stupid thing to blush about, "aw. i feel honored."

he smacks his lips, "so, what do you wanna talk about?"

"i don't know. them politics are wack," i suggest.

"no," he laughs, "we are not talking about donald trump."

"fine, then. how about... the fact that it's 12 am, i have school in 7 hours, and i'm up talking to a stranger."

"i thought we were friends," he says with a slight whine, which makes me feel a little bad.

"well, we are, but like you said, i barely know you."

"then get to know me," i hear the grin on his face.

"okay. what do you wanna be when you grow up."

he chuckles, "i am grown up."

i groan, "you know what i mean."

he waits, "i've never really thought about it."

"hm. nice."

"what about you?"

i shrug, "i don't know, yet."

"hm. interesting," he responds.

i go to say something else, but someone on his line cuts me off.

"... go to bed."

it was like a whisper slash moan, which scared me because it could be a girl in his bed.

is he a player?

he groans, "gotta go."

"oh," i say, a little taken back, "okay."

"bye.

"b-" is all i say before the call cuts.