"Love you." She says.
You get quiet for a brief moment. Not too long to be noticed yet keeps you aware of how sudden silent you are. You know what those words mean. Easy, she loves you.
"I love you too."
You finally find your voice replies her back. She probably doesn't know how much effort you put into that sentence, how thoughtful you are before you say that out loud. Maybe those cheesy quotes you've randomly seen online aren't that ridiculous after all.
"I love you" and "love you", don't share a same meaning.
Ever since you discovered that, the world seems brand new to you. You look through people's words. Not exactly, you look through her words. But she is different. Sometimes she says this and other times she says that. You know what that means. Easy, she hasn't read those quotes. Yet, how silly you are, letting your heart tingle every time she nonchalantly puts "I" next to "love you". Time after time, you wish your heart would be half as smart as your mind. Your life would be so much easier. But then you wonder, will she be in that life. With you?
"You're still there?" She says again, wakes you up from the thoughts.
"Yes." Quietly, you respond.
She chuckles. And it is like magic. Because you can vividly picture her in that moment. Laying in bed, leans on her right side and holds the phone with her left hand. Her eyes will be shining, reflect the dim light from her nightstand and the joy from this conversation. You have no idea what that is about but your lips feel like smiling.
"I'm sorry. I won't call you this late again. You even fell asleep right before hang up."
Don't! Keep calling me!
You haven't said that. You haven't said anything at all but thank God she continues.
"I'm just really excited about tomorrow. All of your hard work finally paid off. I've got to take lots of pictures for you."
There are two things about her that you can't find in anyone you've met. She says sorry a lot and can easily be happy for everyone. You wish she wasn't like that. Yet you like that about her.
"Goodnight." She adds.
"Goodnight."
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…
"You're still there?" This conversation can last till morning.
"Yes."
"Hang up! You need to sleep!" She orders.
"You hang up then I'll sleep." And you never take order. Not this.
"Why I always have to hang up first?" She asks, the nineteenth time. You count.
"I'll tell you later." You answer, also the nineteenth time. She doesn't count.
"Well, it's nearly one PM and you're the VIP of the morning so I'm letting you win this time. Bye."
You smile to yourself. She's always found a reason to let you win.
"Bye." You say to the silent night.
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"You're still there?" Oh this girl is teasing you.
"Yes." You can't help the chuckle in your throat. She is so stubborn.
"Sorry, this's so fun to me. Ha ha. But okay, this's my goodbye for real."
"It'd better be. Goodnight, Fields." You say, the smile has reached your eyes.
"Goodnight. I love you, Spencer."
She hangs up.
AN: Tell me what you think?
Point out my mistake maybe? Thank you! :)
Pretty Little Liars is not mine.