"Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive."
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
1:10 am
24th March, 2015
Kate: Hey, nice to see you calling me first for a change.
John: Shut up.
Kate: *hears a male voice in the background* is someone there with you?
John: My brother. He arrived in Florida early this morning and now, I'll have to share my bedroom with him for almost a week.
Kate: Let me guess, you don't like your brother?
John: No. I just don't like sharing my bedroom with him.
Kate: Oh. So, what's up?
John: Gas prices - as they always are.
Kate: *rolls her eyes* it isn't funny anymore, grandpa. You really need to get a new witty reply.
John: You're the grandpa in this relationship.
Kate: Oh right.
John: *loud laughter in the background* hey, I have to go now.
Kate: What? So soon? We hardly spoke.
John: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I just remembered that I have some chores to attend to.
Kate: At 1 o'clock in the night?
John: Yes.
Kate: Are you sure, John?
John: Positive. I'll call you tomorrow.
Kate: Pinky promise?
John: I promise.
Kate: Pinky promise?
John: Pinky promise.
Kate: Pinky promise with a cherry on top?
John: *sighs because his brother is near*
Kate: ...John?
John: *whispers* I pinky promise with a cherry on top. Bye, I love you.
Kate: *smiles* I love you too, take care.
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Midnight Conversations (#wattys2016)
Short StoryA rather different love story. Short Story #3 / Teen Fiction #296 (8/7/2014)