“It’s me.” Oops, I said that without thinking. It’s what I used to always say before, and he always knew who it was. But now I’m not so sure…

“Hey, Christy” He did remember! Maybe Sam is right, just maybe. “So watsup?”

“Oh, just, well” Oh crap this is awkard. What am I supposed to say! I hate not being able to make eye contact. “I feel like we didn’t finish our conversation earlier. Because you had to go somewhere, right?” No he didn’t, he just wanted to get away, but I didn’t think I should say that.

“Oh, um, no actually. I just, well, I was too mad at that jerk to say anything else. I would’ve probably yelled at you or something. And you don’t deserve that.”

“Oh, well, thanks then.” I smiled shyly, and began to blush. Why? I don’t know. But for once I was glad we were on teh phone and not face to face.

“But I did have something to say.”

“What?”

“Just, aw it’s stupid.”

“No, just tell me. It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s just that, I miss you.”