Everything was dark. There was a gentle buzzing coming from under my pillow. It sounded like the vibrations from a phone call. I lifted my head up from my feathered pillow and struggled to find my phone. I expected to be hearing from my dad, he lost track of timezones and calls me whenever he pleases. I squinted at the bright screen. It was Luke.
I slid my thumb over my screen and answered.
"Hey," I softly said.
It was just a couple minutes after 5am on a Sunday morning. It had been a week since I stayed at Luke's house. He hadn't ignored a single text or phone call from me. I was seeing him around school more than I ever had. We skipped lunch together and spent the half hour of freedom making out in his car and blasting music. We were on a 70s kick at the moment.
"Ands, hey." Luke r
