Late Night Talks

by Aegis_of_Ink

Summary:

"Tam?"

" . . . "

"Tam?"

" . . . Hello?"

"You're awake."
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Or, Keefe calls Tam. It's also really late.

Notes:

I don't know guys, this is kinda terrible.

Welcome to day two of me forcing myself to do this! It's been one day and I'm already struggling :D

Today's [yesterday's] prompt was to write a story with only dialogue.

. . . So I started writing. It became this.

HOW.

Anyways, enjoy pls <3

"Tam?"

" . . . "

"Tam?"

" . . . Hello?"

"You're awake."

"You called me three times."

"Did I?"

"Keefe."

"Sorry."

" . . . What time is it?"

"Um . . . one."

"One? As in, one in the morning?"

". . . Maybe."

"Why did you wake me up at one in the morning?"

"I just . . . wanted to hear someone's voice."

" . . . "

"I know that sounds weird."

"It does."

"You were the first person I thought of."

". . . What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Really."

". . . "

"You don't call people at one in the morning because 'nothing' happened."

" . . . I got into a fight with my dad."

" . . . "

"He was mad about another prank."

"Was it a bad one?"

"I replaced all the Foxfire fountains with rainbow-colored bubbles."

" . . . That's actually kind of impressive."

"I know, right?"

" . . . "

"He didn't think so."

" . . . "

"He started yelling about how I'm wasting my potential."

"He says that a lot."

"Yeah."

" . . . Then what happened?"

"I yelled back."

". . . "

"I probably shouldn't have."

". . . "

"He. . . "

". . . Keefe?"

"He hit me."

". . . "

"It wasn't—it wasn't that hard."

". . . "

"I mean, if you really think about it, I kind of deserved—"

"No."

"What?"

"You didn't."

"I provoked him."

"That doesn't matter."

". . . "

". . . Tam?"

"I'm trying very hard to stay calm."

". . . "

"Because if I don't, I'm going to say something you'll spend the next ten minutes talking me out of."

". . . That's probably true."

". . . "

"Tam, can I—can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

" . . . Can I come over?"

". . . "

"I know it's late, but I kinda just need—"

"Keefe."

"If your parents are asleep, I can just sit on the porch until—"

"Keefe."

". . . Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

". . . "

"Pack a bag."

". . . Really?"

"You're staying here tonight."

". . . "

"And tomorrow."

"Tam—"

"And if your dad has a problem with it, he can explain it to my face."

". . . "

"You don't even know what happened."

"I know enough."

". . . "

"You're always welcome here."

". . . "

"Keefe?"

". . . "

"You still there?"

". . . Yeah."

"You okay?"

". . . I think I am now."

"Good."

". . . "

"Tam?"

"Yes?"

". . . Thanks."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I know."

". . . "

"I'm glad you called, Keefe."

" . . . Me too."

Notes:

I have NO IDEA where that came from. Oh, well.

Are they dating already? Are they just really close friends rn? Are they aware of their feelings or really oblivious? Who knows! It's all up to interpretation here!

Tysm for reading <33

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 13 of Lost Cities, Found Love
• Part 2 of 365 Day Writing Challenge // Sensong