Everyone knows I'm not a big phone person. The only person I ever call just to chat is probably my mom. Mostly because if I don't, then I get asked why I never call home. But sometimes I want to call home, too.
But damn...seven hours on the phone on a Sunday night. With Johnny. That's the first time we've ever actually had a conversation on the phone. It was nice.
When we were disconnected I called back. When he had to go, he called me back. When my phone died, he left me a voicemail.
I called him when I realized he was the one on the unfamiliar screenname and messing with me. I finally got him to mess up. He also messed up my name. But I corrected him. Hahaha I think he's got it now.
But it was nice. Just chatting away. Listening to him talk. He's got a nice voice. It was incredibly nice to hear him talk and laugh.
Nice is definitely a great way to pass seven hours.
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