She’s in her room.
her headphones are hanging loosely in her
ears, she’s listening to Taylor
Swift’s voice. Her eyes gaze at her computer.
Should she log onto facebook? Will he be online, she
thinks. She lets out a sigh and falls onto her bed. His
handsome face is on her mind. Her homework is
undone on her desk. Her phone is in her hand and she drifts off
to sleep. I love him, is the last thought which comes in
her mind.
She’s missed 11:11 {again}
♥
Why isn’t she on
facebook? Should I
call her, he asks himself, his eyes falling onto her
profile. Gosh, she’s so beautiful he
mumbles to himself. He’s about to log off facebook, when he
gets a new chat message. It’s from his footy mate, he
sighs, tells him he’s busy and collapses onto his bed. Oh
well, maybe tomorrow he mutters. As he falls asleep, his phone is
clutched in his hand. He lets her face cross his mind
before he drowses off.
The time on his phone reads
11:11. {♥}