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1.9

"I was... caught up in the moment."

"Bullshit."

"Cal-"

"If this is just a big waste of time, I don't want to hear it. Bye Gabby."

⋆⁺₊⋆ Day Two ⋆⁺₊⋆

"What now?"

"Sorry. That wasn't fair of me, and I'd like to apologize."

"Why are you whispering?"

"I'm in the Library of Congress."

"Oh shit, Gabby. Don't make me laugh, I'm hiding from my math teacher."

"Do you ever go to class?"

"Nope."

"Do you accept my apology?"

"Is there a gift shop in the library of Congress?"

".....yes."

"Buy me a bear and consider yourself forgiven."

"I don't think they sell bears. What about a George Washington mug?"

"Deal."

"Oh wait, they do Abraham Lincoln ones too!"

"You decide. It's far too exciting for me to."

"Don't mock me."

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Where are you going tomorrow?"

"National Museum of American History."

"I bet they sell bears."

"Don't push your luck."

"You're the one that's meant to be apologizing to me!"

"Bye Callum."

"Bye Gabby."

⋆⁺₊⋆Day Three ⋆⁺₊⋆

"Hi, I went with George Washington in the end and they do sell bears at the National Museum of American History and I did buy one, two actually but it's one for Leah and one for my sister."

"That's just rude. I really wanted a bear. Where are you now?"

"Hotel room, my roommate is in the shower. You?"

"On my balcony, playing my new AC/DC cd as loud as possible."

"You went to the cd store in Hartford?"

"I did."

"It's so cool, right?"

"Very."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You're cute when you talk a lot."

"You can't see me, how do you know I look cute right now? I could be wearing the most horrible outfit ever."

"I bet you'd still look beautiful."

"Gross, I could practically hear you wink."

"What, you don't like my compliments?"

"I don't like any compliments. They make me uncomfortable."

"I don't get many compliments."

"Wow, the sob story."

"It's true! Boys don't get many compliments. I mean apart from my mom calling me dashing when I wear a suit or my Nonna pinching my cheek and telling me I look handsome, I don't get any compliments."

"Want me to call you pretty?"

"Please?"

"I think you have really pretty eyes. And your hair is nice but I'm not sure if it's better than Marcus's or not."

"Must you bring my brother into every conversation."

"Sorry, but you know someone from five to sixteen, they become pretty regular in your lives."

"Hey, I've known him since he was born, I don't talk about him at all."

"How come I never met you when I was younger? I used to come round yours a lot to see Marcus."

"I got sent to boarding school pretty early on. My dad really doesn't like me."

"That sucks. What was your uncle like?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Gabs."

"Sorry."

"Same. I'll call tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The plane is leaving here at seven, so before then, I'll be free."

"Bye."

"Bye."

⋆⁺₊⋆ Day Four⋆⁺₊⋆

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Watcha doing?"

"Packing."

"How much did you bring?"

"It takes effort to be this pretty."

"You succeed brilliantly."

"Flatterer."

"True words. When does your flight leave DC?"

"Seven, why?"

"Whose picking you up?"

"My sister."

"Tell her not to worry."

"Why? What? Callum!"

"What?"

"Why?"

"God, you are dense. I want to take you on a date."

"I can't-"

"If this is about Marcus, he really doesn't need to know. We'll just see how it goes and then, go from there."

"You're mighty considerate for someone infamous for his ability to drive people crazy."

"Crazy in love, yeah?"

"I'm starting to regret this."

"So it's a yes?"

"Yeah."

"See you tonight. Bye."

"Bye."

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