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Sandra: then charge it

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Sandra: just charge your phone.

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I really didn't mind talking to him. I was actually getting used to it now and then. Talking to him when I least expected it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think it was because of that day at the plaza. It's not like anything like that had happened. Amelia expected more though. Why? I have no idea but if I was really going to give him a chance than I was going to give it to him at a very very slow rate.

Sandra: just charge your phone.

I finally went back to my homework, tossing my phone to the side. I've been on the subject for a good hour and the assignment could've been finished in ten but my mind kept constantly going to my phone for distractions. Mostly the Kevin type of distraction.

I saw my screen light up from a notification. For some reason I was tempted to look over at my phone but I ignored it, going back to my work on the desk.

I was sleeping when I heard the buzzing coming from my phone. I wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper so when my phone buzzed once I instantly heard it, startled awake. I reached over blindly closing my eyes yet again, not even bothering to look at the caller ID and answering anyway. "Hello?"

"Hey prom date." What the hell?

"Kevin?" I groaned loudly, sitting up in my bed. "Why are you calling me at two AM? I'm trying to sleep."

"I'm sorry," He immediately said and by the tone of his voice, he meant what he was saying. "I'm sorry. I, uh, I couldn't sleep."

"What do you mean you couldn't sleep? Try sleeping now."

There was a pause. "It's not that easy."

"Why not?"

He sighed through the phone. "I have a small case of insomnia."

I didn't say anything for a moment, wondering if he was serious or not. "How small?"

"Not sure. Depends on different nights. Sometimes I can sleep, sometimes I can't sleep for a while like maybe a few days and a one hour nap in between or something like that. Sometimes I sleep but then I randomly wake up and can't fall asleep again. It really depends."

I didn't know what to say about that. I opened my mouth to come up with a response but he continued speaking. "And it sucks when I have basketball practice in the morning or can barely get by during the day, you know?"

Then it hit me. "That explains why you looked so tired the other day."

"Yeah..."

I sat up, crossing my legs underneath the duvet, my elbows resting on the pillow now in my lap. "How long has this been happening?"

"A couple weeks almost two months now I think."

"Have you seen a doctor about this?"

"It's not like I diagnosed myself. The doctor was the one who diagnosed me. The doctor is my mom, remember?" I forget sometimes that Kevin and I talked before this a lot. His mom was a doctor at the hospital not too far from here.

I was going to speak when I heard him clear his throat. "So...have you decided about the prom thing yet?"

"Kevin..." I trailed off, still thinking about what he had previously said and now he wanted to change the topic? Really?

He laughed. "C'mon Sandra, just say yes."

Even his laughter practically told me that what Amelia had said was true. He was just joking right now and I pushed back the small sense of anticipation to what he may actually do. But prom was months away. There was time. "Why should I?"

"Because I'm pretty sure you liked me in grade nine and it would be great if we could have that high school romance."

"High school romance?" Shit, he knew I liked him back then, I thought while bringing my knees up to my chest and putting the pillow behind me.

"Yeah you know? Looking back on our lives we'll be like 'oh she was my high school sweetheart'. One of those stories."

"I never agreed to be more than friends with you."

"You never said you wouldn't go to prom with me either."

"Yes I did. I said I didn't want to go to prom with you. Indirectly, that also means I don't want to date you."

"I'll get both. Watch."

"I'm watching," I rolled over so that I was lying on my back, staring up at my ceiling. "Trust me. Nothing is going to happen."

"Baby, you really have no faith in us happening?"

"Stop calling me baby." I sighed dramatically falling back, the back of my head landing on the pillow.

"Why not?"

"You're not my..."

"Lover?"

"Yeah. So it's just weird for you to call my that."

"But I don't think you have to be my lover for me to call you baby."

"I don't want to be your anything." A yawn sounded from my mouth.

"I'll let you sleep." He suddenly said.

"No, no it's okay," I quickly said. "Let's talk instead."

"You sure? I know I woke you up and..."

Fighting back the sleep making my eyelids close, I pushed the tiredness away. "It's fine."

"Awesome. So let's say if we did go to prom together. Which we will. Would your dress match my tie?"

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"You guys talked last night?"

"Yeah." For like two hours which explained why I was so tired this morning.

"I thought you didn't like him."

"I don't!" I tried to convince Amelia. She raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. "I really don't."

My phone buzzed in my hand and ignored it, trying not to look at the message. "Oh yeah? Then who's texting you?" Ever since she got better she's been much more interested in Kevin and I's "relationship".

"No one."

"Don't deny our relationship." A voice said behind me.

"We don't have a relationship."

"I think we do." Kevin out an arm around me and I shrugged him off quickly.

"We don't."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah."

"Are your parents artists?"

I stared at him, confused. "Um, no."

"That's a shame. They created a masterpiece." I stilled at that and he cracked a grin probably knowing that what he just said got through to me.

"Damn." I heard Amelia mumble.

"Uh-that was lame." I said. He had said it with complete confidence. Technically, it wasn't lame but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"We both know it wasn't."

"It was." I retorted, stepping around him to walk down the hallway towards my physics class.

"Clearly we both know it wasn't." I heard Kevin say as he jogged to catch up to me.

"Clearly it was." I immaturely argued.

"Clearly we both know that you're so beautiful."

I fought back a reaction to that statement. A part of me wanted to scream but I'm not sure if it was in happiness or just scream in general at nothing. "You can do better than that."

"S, what is going to take for you to...what's the word? Succumb to me."

"Succumb?"

"Yeah. You know? Succumb? Fail to resist? Submit. Capitulate."

"That's not going to happen. No matter how many words you use, Thesaurus."

"We'll see. Remember, I'm all yours S."

I stopped walking, turning to face him. "You're all mine?"

"Yup."

I patted his chest and turned to walk away."I don't want to have you."

"That sucks," he fake pouted catching up to me as his lips curled into a smile. "Are you from Tenn-"

"That's the most basic pick up line in the world. If you're going to get me to fall for you, you might want to try harder."

"Harder? Hard like my-"

"Whoa, let's keep everything PG Kev!" I put my hands out to gesture but he only smiled.

"Kev? What a basic nickname."

"Not much nicknames you can make for Kevin."

"What about Vinny?"

"For you? Gross no."

"Not even Vin like Vin Diesel?"

"No. definitely not."

"Huh. Kevin...like Evan?"

"No."

"K-man?"

"Never."

"K-dawg."

"You can't see it right now but I'm mentally cringing." I told him with a blank look on my expression.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Okay, how about bandaid?"

"What? Why bandaid?"

"Because I need one since I fell hard for you."