I’ve waited a couple days before I finally got the nerve to use the number you gave me.
“Hello?”
Your voice crackled like firewood over the receiver: incredibly warm.
“Yeah, hi.”
“I don’t mean to sound rude, but… who is this?”
“Oh. Um, it’s Levi.”
“Levi!” Your formal tone vanished, and I could almost feel that smile of yours through the phone. “Why haven’t you called me?”
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t tell me you did the old, ‘I’ll play it cool and play hard to get, and then call her’.”
“…”
“Levi?”
“…”
“Are… are you still there?”
“Oh. Yeah I’m here.”
“Okay. So… why did you call?”
“Honestly, just to hear you.”
“…”
“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you last, so.”
“…”
“I don’t know.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Mia?”
“Do you want to come over?”
YOU ARE READING
Nicotine
Short StoryAbout a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.
