It was around 11.30 in the afternoon; Rhiannon picked up her phone and smiled. She typed ferociously then put the iphone into her hoodie pocket. She leaned over, closed her laptop, stood up and walked over to her bed, practically jumping in and pulling the covers over her. These were her favorite nights, laying in bed and texting Max until she fell asleep.

Feeling her stomach vibrate, she took the phone out of her pocket. It was Max. Rhiannon slowly read the message, smiling yet again. She replied and closed her eyes, wondering when he would text back again. Time seemed to pass by so slowly when they were texting. But she loved it. She loved feeling like the most special girl in the whole world, how Max would text her when it was midnight his time, but only 11 o'clock her time. She knew he was tired. But he would text her every single night, always leaving her with a smile across her face.

But Max wasn't her boyfriend. In fact, Rhiannon didn't have a boyfriend. But she could easily get one if she wanted one. Rhiannon was one of the most popular girls in school. She wasn't a cheerleader or in student council. She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair that looked pretty both straight and curly. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue, and her body was, what most of the junior guys would say, the best thing about her. She was a natural beauty, she didn't need fake nails or tans or highlights.

So why wasn't Max her boyfriend? He lived in New York, 800 miles away. Rhiannon lived in Chicago, and one thing she would not do was have a long distance relationship. She once had a relationship with a guy she had met at a concert; he lived just outside Chicago in a small town. It lasted about three lonely weeks before she had put an end to it. Why would anyone want to have a relationship with someone if you can't see them all the time?

A few hours later, she was getting quite tired and her eyelids were getting heavy. She said goodnight to Max, yawning and pulling the pink covers completely over her, waiting for his last reply for the night.

Two minutes later, he replied. "goodnight beautiful. text you tomorrow 3"