Minutes after eight, Haley's phone played the melody of the song she mumbled to Sam on the night she struggled to sleep. She was such a sap, a sentimental i***t that everything she shares with Sam will gain more meaning and well, sentimental value.
Haley thought Sam would text her. They haven't had many conversations since their first one and Sam seemed to be more comfortable just sending her words and broken sentences instead of speaking them.
So, when Haley saw her name flash before her screen as her phone rattles in her hand, she grinned.
And well, her heart went a little nuts.
Haley set her book down, pressing the open page against the soft surface of her mattress as she devoted all her attention towards the person calling.
"Hey." Sam breathed a sigh of relief upon Haley's hasty a
