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The digital display on Trent's alarm clock showed
3:37 am as the door to his bedroom quietly opened.
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He'd taken sleeping pills hours before to make him
sleep, forcing him into a restless slumber.
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Christian: [Whispering] Trent? Dude...you have
to wake up.
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Trent: ::Groan::
Christian?
::Blinks and looked at the clock::
Are you just getting home?
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Christian: [Whispering] Keep it down, everyone else is
asleep. Yeah, I just got back from my date and I had to talk
to someone! I've been driving around the block for over an hour.
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Trent: [Whispering] Can't this wait for the morning?
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Christian: [Fidgeting] I-I guess I could, but I doubt
it if I could sleep. But you're right. I'm being an asshole
waking you up in the middle of the night. Sorry.
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Trent: Sit down and start talking, Romeo. What
happened?
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Christian: Everything was so awesome. She's smart,
funny and likes comic books.
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Trent: What more could you ask for?
Christian: Excuse me, I'm still talking here.
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Trent: Ok, Mister Attitude, sorry.
::Laughs::
So, you really liked her, eh?
Christian: Kaede laughed at most of my jokes and I
didn't have to speak using small words for her to understand me. When
I spoke she seemed to really listen and want to be there, you know what
I mean. She isn't with me because she felt sorry for me.
Trent: Are you going on about Poppy again? You're dead wrong,
about her, Christian. Poppy
wasn't--
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Christian: [Cutting him off] Do you believe in love at first sight?
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Trent paused for a moment, thinking over the
question. A thoughtful expression passed over his fair features before
he finally answered..
Trent: Yes, Christian, I do.
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Christian fell back into the bed, his shinning eyes
staring at the
vaulted ceiling.
Christian: [Softly] God, Trent, I think she's the one.
Trent: ::Sigh::
Look, if we're going to continue to talk about
this, I need some coffee to wake up. You want some?
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Christian: No. I'm already wired. I'm on a
Sugar Rush or something.
Trent: Or something is right.
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Trent: I'll be back in a few minutes, Casanova.
We need to talk about this. Don't run off or I'll kick your ass.
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Christian, uncomfortable, rolled on the bed as he
waited. He kicked his shoes off.
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Climbing up onto the middle of the mattress, he curled
up.
Christian: [Whispering] Jesus, I can still smell her
perfume.
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Grabbing the blanket, Christian pulled it across his
lanky frame.
Christian: [Whispering] She is so beautiful.
Christian rested his eyes.
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Several minutes later, Trent returned and glared back
into his occupied bed,
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Trent: Christian? Christian?
Jesus... he wakes me up and then passes out in my god damn bed.
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Trent: Dude, wake the fuck up you...Oh fuck it...
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Trent climbed in nudging his friend over before
falling back to sleep.
To be Continued. |
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