six.
That day in my bag, I found a piece of paper with your name and number on it. I finally mustered up the courage to dial it a few days later. You picked up on the first ring.
"Hey! I thought you would never call!" You said with a slightly nervous laugh.
"Hi." I smiled..
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, you?"
"Good." There was a pause.
"Who's your favourite singer?" you asked out of nowhere.
I paused a moment, "I don't have one, but I like listening to Bastille sometimes."
"Mine's Arctic Monkeys. I'm a big music fan."
Our conversation was slow and unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. After a while, we stopped and simply listened to each other's breaths, keeping each other company. I loved those little moments.
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amnesia
Teen Fiction"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, And forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, And the memories I never can escape." Adam: lonely, artistic, shy Laura: pretty, gentle, vivacious When Adam spott...
