Nirvana's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the blank screen of my phone. The morning sun filtered through the curtains but my room felt cold. I could not stop thinking about Leo.
The fight we had in the studio yesterday replayed over and over in my head. I hated the strain between us. I hated knowing he was sitting in his dorm room feeling utterly humiliated and rejected.
I needed to fix it. We had made up after the argument, but the tension was still there. I could not let him pull away from me.
I unlocked my phone and pulled up his contact. I hit the call button before I could talk myself out of it. I brought the phone to my ear and listened to it ring.
It rang four times. I thought he was going to send me to voicemail, but the line finally clicked open.
"Hello?" Leo
