Jay is that cool kid that everyone wants to be friends with. Everyone in the night crew(still don’t know if it’s even a thing anymore) are also the popular kids in jays group. Then there are some smaller groups of anons that interact with each other a lot and act all cute and probably have group chats together, they’re like the smaller school cliques like the band kids, math geeks, drama kids, sporty kids etc. Then there are some smaller anons just trying to fit in and haven’t quite found their spot yet but move from group to group. Then there’s me that kid everyone says is nice but doesn’t hang out with and is for some reason dating one of the popular kids, trying their best to be relevant.
I wanna play a game. A simple game of hide and seek. Cover your eyes and count to 30. Nope, no peeking.
I’m going to run and hide as quietly as I can in my little socks.
I want you to walk down the hall, peek your head in each room, looking but not really. And after a few minutes of this I want you to start calling out.
Call out how bad I’m going to get tickled when you find me. Call out how the longer you take, the longer I get tickled. Make sure your voice is playfully firm, you mean business.
Tease me about my ticklish little toes and how your fingers are going to dance under them. Tease me about how my tummy and your lips are going to be best friends after all the raspberries you’ll give it. Tease me and tell me once you catch me, you’re never letting go.
Shit. Did you hear me? Did you hear my little giggle as I imagined your words? Did you hear the blush flood my cheeks?
We talked for 3 hours last night. One of our late night conversations. God, I love hearing the sound of your voice. It’s like music to my ears. I love talking to you. I love our late night calls. You keep me awake at night. Please never stop calling me.