I miss you, she wrote.
I know, he followed.
It was an insomniatic 4:02 AM. She couldn't stop talking to him. Maybe some people, at a late hour at night, would be writing stories to pass the hours of restlessness. Others would read. Most would watch television or movies. And maybe, very rarely, you'd lie in your bed, just waiting for your eyes to shut.
Not her. She sat stationary. The only part of her that moved was her fingers furiously flying across the keyboard, anticipating in what would come of the conversation next.
Cleo, you need to rest, the screen suggested.
You're one to talk! she quickly pressed enter.
Got me there. She couldn't see him, but she knew he'd have been smiling as he thought up that one.
I feel so stupidly in love. Cleo typed.
No, love should never be thought of as stupid. Love is as beautiful as you, Cleo. Whoa. Lewis was way smoother online than in person with her.
I miss you.
Cleo, you said that already.
I know. I just really do.
Cleo glanced over her shoulder. She often did this out of habit, just to make sure no one was watching her. She'd gotten used to doing that ever since her lovely sister had thought it acceptable to pry in Cleo's life.
Lewis, I've gotta go. Dad's making all of us get up at nine tomorrow.
Why?
Because he can? See you.
Cleo was just about to sign off, when she got another message from a certain user named HotStuff17
Cleo, are you awake? I can't sleep.
You and me both, Rikki. You and me both.