there was a bit of interference, and a short exchange, as the receiver was handed over. then tobin said, "you are missing out on some serious apple crumble right now."
"i got dragged to a hot dog party," i said.
a pause. "really."
"yeah." i turned around, shutting the phone book. "apparently, they are a very important rite of passage. so i figured i should check it out, for my quest and all."
"right," she said.
for a moment, neither of us said anything, and i realized that it was the first time in a long while that i'd felt nervous or uncomfortable around tobin. all those crazy nights, doing so many crazy things. and yet this, a simple phone conversation, was hard.
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Fanfictionnights have always been alex's time, her chance to escape everything that's going on around her. then she meets tobin, a fellow insomniac, and she becomes her nocturnal tour guide. now, with an endless supply of summer nights between them, almost...
