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into the pocket of the brown pants on his bed, brought out his phone, plugged the charger into an outlet and connected it with the phone. He placed it on the table and waited for it to come on.
       Five missed calls. 
       The phone was on silent mode and must have died from vibration.
       What was Chelsea calling him that late for? Is she all right? he wondered. He wondered if she needed something from him and contemplated calling her back but then decided against it. What if she was sleeping? He thought it would seem ungentlemanly to wake her up from sleep at that time of the night, but the last missed call was just half an hour ago. That was enough time for someone to have gone back to bed. He went back and forth in his thoughts. If she was still awake, maybe she would have tried calling again.
    Arrgh! If only I was on a phone plan that had voicemail at least she would have left a message and I wouldn’t be here overthinking what the issue is. Gosh I’d love to hear her voice on the phone though, he thought to himself.
       She didn’t send a text so he thought maybe she didn’t like text messages like she didn’t like emailing.
       Anyways, it’s fine, I’ll call her in the morning, he thought.
       Ten minutes later, he was in the living room, by the home phone, dialing her number.
       “Hello?”
       “Hey, it’s Jamie. I saw your missed calls. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything like that.”
       “No I was still awake,” she said. Her voice immediately melted his heart. “I couldn’t sleep and I was looking for someone to bug.” She spoke in a low tone as though she found talking to him relaxing already and Jamie imagined she was lying in bed. Something about that thought made her voice sound even more sensual.
       “You still find it hard to sleep like you used to?”
       “You remember,” she said and then giggled.
       “Nobody could forget that sort of thing. Especially if you are the one who was always being called late at night. You basically turned me into a nocturnal monster.”
       “I know. And I would make you stay on the phone until I slept off. Ha ha ha, that was so evil, I love it,” she said.
       “Yes and if I made the mistake of saying bye too early, you’d wake up and tell me not to get off the phone. I had to wait for about ten minutes just to make sure you were really asleep. It was simple–you don’t sleep, I don’t sleep.”
       She laughed hard and protested she hadn’t been that bad.
       Then they talked for about an hour mostly about memories they shared. She remembered random things like the Summer Ribs Carnival of 1999 where they were playing on the trampoline. Jamie had gotten into trouble for pushing Luke Clinton off of it, the bully who made the no-girls rule. Chelsea was the only girl who wanted to do everything the boys were interested in and as usual Jamie wasn’t going to allow anybody to push her around just because she was a girl.
       “My mom was so mad that day. Do you remember Edgar Josephs?” he asked.
     He waited for a response but all he heard was the most beautiful snuffling noise he’d ever heard. He listened to her breathe for minutes that seemed like an eternity and when she began to snore, he smiled and put the phone down. The only word that came into his mind was “delicious.”
       When he got back into his room, he laid his back on his bed and closed his eyes reminiscing about their whole conversation. Talking to her was like a sweet release from his present troubles.
       He wanted to know more about her though, all they talked about were things he already knew, shared memories. What was she like growing up into an adult in England? What type of music did she like now? Was she in love with her boyfriend? He wished he could know even the mundane things of her life.
       Jamie then opened his laptop and logged into his JazzChat inbox through an unprotected wifi he found months before. JazzyTee75