10 p.m.
His phone rings; the familiar picture on his screen blinking. He picks up. Hello.
Hey, where are you?, she asks.
I’m not home yet. Call you when I get back. He hangs up, and smiles at Her.
10.01 p.m.
Okay, reach safe. I love you, she says. But he has already hung up. A faint dial tone buzzes from her receiver. Sighing, she snuggles back to her bed and picks up a novel.
10.35 p.m.
she checks her cell phone. her puppy stares at her from the screenlock. she begins dialing.
One ring. Two. Three. Time feels infinite.
He must be on his way, she says to herself.
10.50 p.m.
He unlocks his door, pops on his bed, lights up a cigarette. her picture is still blinking on his screen. He remembers his promise.
I have given up smoking. For you.
For us, she had said, smiling.
10.55 p.m.
He must have been back by now, she thinks. she tries to concentrate on her novel, but all she sees is his face on the pages.
10.56 p.m.
He reaches for his phone.
10.57 p.m.
she dials.
10.56 p.m.
Flight mode on.
10.57 p.m.
The number you have dialed is switched off.
10.57 p.m.
Wi-fi on. A message pops.
Viber.
He smiles and types back. He picks up; his voice is playful.
11.00 p.m.
she shuts her novel. Lies down. Stares at the ceiling, drawing pictures on the rough wall.
12.15 a.m.
she checks her phone. Facebook. He is online.
12.30 a.m.
she waits for him to message her first.
1.00 a.m.
she is hurt. Expectations hurt.
2.00 a.m.
Okay, love you more, he hangs up.
5.00 a.m.
she is sobbing; pillow wet, legs curled up. Like a child. her eyes are shut.
A nightmare.
7.00 a.m.
her eyes open. she looks at her screen. her puppy is looking back.
10.30 a.m.
her phone rings. Heart leaps. A breathless hello.
10.30 a.m.
Good morning love, he says. her voice is excited. Like a child.
10.32 a.m.
she rambles on.
10.33 a.m.
How he loathes this childish behavior of hers.
10.34 a.m.
So, I’ll see you today?, she asks.
10.34 a.m.
Yeah sure. Make it a date.
10.35 a.m.
she hangs up. Breathes in. Smiles.
10.36 a.m.
His phone rings. It’s Her.
10.37 a.m.
Sure babe, why don’t I make myself free today? We could go out someplace special.
10.38 a.m.
He smiles. Closes his eyes. Her flesh. Those full lips. White sheets. Hips raised. Eyes closed.
He begins to feel a stirring.
10.39 a.m.
she begins to get ready, eyes dreamy; full of love.
10.39 a.m.
Flight mode on.
Whistling he heads out for Her.
TheHyperteen 
Flight mode off…….Grow up!
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the comment at 10.38 am is really like what men think. I rather think the girl different one every day for the story to fit in!
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ah, the Her is the “other” girl, while her is supposed to be his girlfriend. Capital and small letters, there are two girls in the story.
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