"Night." I texted Tim.
He didn't answer, again. I scrolled up through our messages. For the past week I've been sending him texts, "Good Morning," "Are you busy today?," "Hello?," and "Good night." He hasn't answered a single one, but I know he reads them.
I sighed and put my phone away. I was currently studying abroad in Europe, so I thought maybe the time difference was stopping him from answering.
Tim and I have been dating since our Senior year of HighSchool, and we are now both college sophomores. He went into computers and programming while I went into food, art and music.
I yawned and decided to sleep.
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"Tim, you got another text." Steph said showing him his phone.
"Who's it from?" He asked reading over a document.
"(Y/n), she said night." Steph said as Tim started to formulate a timeline on his laptop.
"Oh, alright." Tim said sipping his coffee.
"Aren't you going to answer?" She asked.
"She's probably already asleep, I don't want to wake her. She wakes and falls asleep easily." Tim said opening another file.
"Alright.." Steph said and put his phone down. She then went to help Tim refill his coffee.
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"Are you sure he's not cheating on you?" Kyle said to me eating his toast.
"Why would you think that?" I asked.
"It's been a week and he's been leaving you on read. The decent thing to do is send something back. He's smart, he should be able to find a good and reasonable time to text you something." Wyatt said chewing on his bacon.
"You should really talk it over." Jane said and kissed Kyle on the cheek before walking towards her friends.
I glanced at my phone and sighed, I opened my messages, "Tim, I think we should talk..." my fingers hovered above the send button. I sighed and was about to delete it when I felt 2 hands hit me on the shoulder scaring me. I yelped and turned and scowled, "Irene!" I pouted and punched her arm.
"Sorry, too tempting." She smiled. "Who're you texting?" She asked and I looked down seeing I sent the message.
"Oh no..." I said and was about to text back when our teacher arrived.
"Phones away, in the box. Time to go sightseeing in good old London!" He said passing out a box to hold our phones.
I sighed and put my phone away. We got into our groups and I stood with Kyle, Wyatt and Irene. Our group was given a polaroid camera. Each group got different cameras. So that we'd all get different types of photos.
"Alright, let's go!" We left our hotel.
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"Tim, isn't (Y/n) staying in London?" Dick asked looking at his phone.
"Yeah, why?" He asked.
"You might want to check the news..." Dick said.
"...several reports state that this Art Museum was reserved for students of Gotham Universityy. So far, none have been reported dead, but several are gravely injured." The reporter said. The headline at the bottom said, "Robbery at London Art Museum."
"W-what about (Y/n)?" Tim asked turning to Dick.
"They aren't releasing the names. They're going to call the parents of the injured students." Dick said.
"I, I have to go." Tim said standing up. "I'll take the nearest Zeta to London." He said grabbing his phone and hurried to the door.
"I'll come with." Dick said and they set out to London.
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I woke up and saw white. I groaned and surveyed my surroundings. I was in a hospital. "She's awake!" I heard a girl.
"Irene! Shush!" I turned seeing it was Wyatt. They both had bandages on their head Irened had a cast around her leg and Wyatt had his arm in a sling.
"What happened?" I asked hearing my voice was a bit scratchy.
"First, drink some water." Irene said and handed me a cup.
I nodded and drank the cold water. I sighed and Wyatt began explaining how while we were looking around the art museum, some masked people came in and attempted to steal some of the paintings. Tat they had weapons and held some students hostage so that we didn't fight back. After they got what they wanted, they started shooting the area around us, destroying a lot of the paintings and sculptures before fleeing.
"How is everyone else?" I asked.
"Everyone's okay, traumatized, but okay. You got hit with a lot of the rubble, so everyone was worried." Wyatt said.
"What about Kyle?" I asked.
"He went out with Jane to the cafeteria." Irene said.
"Our families are supposed to come pick us up to take us home." Wyatt said and I nodded.
"Though, your boyfriend has been here the whole time." Irene smiled.
"What?" I looked at her.
"Him and his brother." she smiled happily.
"Where are they now?" I asked.
"They went to get some food. Your boyfriend hasn't left your side for 2 days, so his brother dragged him to get food." Wyatt said.
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"Dick, hurry up." Tim tapped his foot impatiently as Dick was still eating.
"Tim, just go on ahead, you don't have to wait for me." Dick said reaching for his muffin.
"... Fine." Tim said and hurried back to (Y/n)'s room. He was about to open the door but he heard laughter inside the room. He smiled hearing her familiar laugh and opened the door suddenly scaring the 3.
"Hey Tim." she said and Tim immodestly engulfed her in a hug.
"We'll leave now." Irene said and she and Wyatt both left.
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"I'm sorry." Tim whispered clutching my hospital gown in his fist.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked him, feeling tears drip onto my shoulder.
"I've been ignoring your texts, I should've answered, I'm sorry. I was so scared, that your last message, and the last thought you'd have was that I didn't care for you anymore.. Wait.. that didn't come out right.." He mumbled and I smiled and put a hand in his hair.
"Kitten, I'm okay." I whispered into his ear and he buried his face into my shoulder.
"I know.... I know..." he said and pulled away, and stared at me and I wiped away the tears by his eyes.
"You have bags." I said and he just smiled.
"I know." he said.
"You should sleep." I added.
"I know.." he said reaching a hand up and resting it on my cheek.
"You should've brought me back a muffin." I said smiling.
He smiled, "I know." He pulled me in for a slow, sweet kiss.
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