Midnight [ONGOING]

Feb 27th, 2:46 am

Him | Her | Others

"He-"

"Shut up."

"Midnight-"

"Don't."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, why'd you call if all you want to do is stay silent."

"I said shut up."

"What?"

"I'm pretending."

"Pretending?"

"Yeah, like I'm busy. Really busy with someone. And that someone knows where I am."

"Why?"

"There's this guy. And he's huge, like really, really huge. I think he's following me."

"Midnight! It's like, three a.m."

"Yes. It is."

"Why would you go out at this time?"

"Spray painting, duh! Or do I need to have your permission for that too?"

"You're out of your mind."

"I know. You've never failed to tell me that."

"I'm sorry, okay? Where are you?"

"Walking home? And looking for a place to hide."

"Why didn't you just take a car with you? You're certainly very rich to not own one."

"I'm not rich. My father is. Also the money isn't even his. It's his damn wife's. Also you're dumb. Why would I take a car at this hour? What's the point of sneaking out if the entire house knows that someone just drove away with a car?"

"Right."

"Hmm."

"So, you called. Again."

"Shut up. This is an emergency. And for your kind information I'm still mad at you."

"Awwww sweetheart. Is someone scared?"

"Screw you."

"Hahahaha."

"..."

"So, spray painting, huh?"

"What? Didn't took me one for the
artsy type?"

"No, not that. I was just wondering."

"I do it, occasionally. Only on the nights
I'm upset. Like, really upset. Those are the nights when I'm unable to block out my thoughts."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."