2:22 am
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She was clenching her teeth again. So hard that she felt the dull pain in her temples that would become a migrane if she didn't stop soon. She stared at her ceiling for a little while before rolling over to check her clock. The LCD display read 2:21am. A smile spread across her face, she couldn't help but make a wish when the numbers changed.
Her amusement by the clock was short-lived, and not even a minute had passed before she felt the stress again. The buzz against her arm startled her, and she grabbed her vibrating phone and opened it.
"Hello?" her voice was a whisper. She pulled the phone away from her ear for a moment so she could see who was calling. The screen read "Grahm" and she had to smile.
"You called?" his tone was confused. A touch of worry even? The idea of someone being concerned about her played around in her head for awhile. It was a comforting idea, and one she wasn't quite used to.
"Yeah... I..." the girl sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes and rolling onto her stomach. "I couldn't sleep. Mind talking awhile?"
"Kayla," the boy on the other end sighed, "you know I hate being on the phone. Get some sleep." He knew his pleading was worthless though, and he knew Kayla.
"Please? C'mon, Grahm. We haven't talked in such a long time. Not since you moved," Kayla pouted a bit. Being 50 miles away, he couldn't see it. "I'm making pouty faces in your general direction, boy."
"Oh really? Pouty faces won't work on me. I have a heart of stone."
"Jerk. I miss you." She bit her lip. She did miss Grahm. Not just his being a walk away. His whole being. They'd hardly talked any more since he moved.
"Miss you, too."
"Come visit me."
"Kayla, you know I can't aff-"
"You can't afford shit, Grahm! You're down here every weekend. It wouldn't kill you to get here an hour earlier. I wouldn't even make you drive when you got down here!"
"I'm sure Diego would love that."
"Hon, we've been over for almost three years now," she was trying to convince herself that she was over him. Not just him. "Diego will understand. Besides, I've got more to worry about than he does. Speaking of which, how is the boyfriend?" Kayla grimaced a bit.
"Mike and I are doing well, thank you," he laughed and she couldn't help but smile again. "How about you and Diego? Things okay?"
"I guess..." she yawned, "Merf... You still owe me a dance."
"I know. I know. Get some sleep. I'll see what I can do about Friday, okay?"
She knew he wouldn't. He never did. She had asked him countless times. "Okay. G'night, Grahm. Love you."
"Goodnight, Kayla."
Kayla hung up the phone and put it on her nightstand. She finally cuddled up against her pillow and fell asleep. She was satisfied. For the first time ever, one of her clock wishes had come true.
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My friends and I from high school have a game where we compare the different numbers of the clock... it started out from noticing that we were always smoking a blunt on 11:11 pm one summer...
I think there needs to be a little more explanation of the clock idea... but i like the piece... +1
Well, the whole clock idea is pretty simple. I guess it's just one of those things that people knew? If you catch the clock on 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, 5:55 or 11:11 you're supposed to make a wish. Just something from when I was younger?