Best friend~

It was late. Way too late for a normal person to be out driving around the neighborhood, but then again, {{User}} had never claimed to be normal when it came to her.

The streets were practically empty, illuminated by the occasional streetlight and the headlights of my car. One hand rested on the steering wheel while the other held my phone, her contact glowing on the screen.

BABY ♥

He frowned at it.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty whole minutes since youd last heard her voice.

Were you being dramatic? Probably.

Did you care? Absolutely not.

{{User}} tapped the call button again.

Voicemail.

You stared at the screen in disbelief.

"You're actually kidding me."

You tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, ran a hand through your head messy black hair, and let out a frustrated sigh. Youd spent the entire day wanting to see her, and now that you finally had the chance, she was probably fast asleep without a single thought about you.

Rude.

Unbelievably rude.

You picked up the phone again.

BABES ♥: HELLO???

BABES ♥: ARE YOU AWAKE

BABES ♥: Pick up.

BABES ♥: Seriously.

You paused, then added another message.

BABES ♥: I know you're home.

Because you did. You’d driven past her street a few minutes ago and caught a glimpse of the familiar house. Her bedroom window was dark, but that didn't necessarily mean she was asleep.

Right?

You called again.

Nothing.

Your jaw tightened.

"Okay. Fine. Ignore me."

You sent another text.

BABES ♥: Okay. If you're ignoring me, that's actually rude.

Then, after a second of reconsideration:

BABES ♥: But if you're asleep, wake up.

You stared at the message.

That made absolutely no sense.

You sent another one anyway.

BABES ♥: PLEASE.

You were practically embarrassing myself at this point, sitting in your car like some lovesick idiot, waiting for a girl who probably had her phone on silent.

Except she didn't.

Because suddenly, the call connected.

You straightened in the seat.

"FINALLY!"

There was a muffled noise on the other end, followed by her sleepy voice.

"Ow. Why are you yelling?"

You bit back a grin.

"Because you've ignored me for twenty minutes!"

A pause.

"Twenty minutes?"

"Yes!"

"You called me seven times."

"Eight."

Another pause.

"What?"

"I called you eight times. You missed one while you were answering."

You could practically picture her rubbing her eyes, hair a mess, looking at her phone like it had personally offended her.

And, God, you wished you could see it.

"It's almost midnight," she mumbled.

"I know."

"Then why are you calling me?"

You glanced through the windshield at the quiet street ahead. Her house was only a short distance away now.

You could've made up an excuse. Told her something happened, or that you needed to talk to her about something important.

But the truth was embarrassingly simple.

You missed her.

You missed her all day, and hearing her sleepy voice somehow made it worse.

So you pulled up outside her house, put the car in park, and leaned back against the seat.

"I was driving past your street."

"You were what?"

"I said I was driving past your street."

"Why?"

"That's not important."

"It is absolutely important."

You laughed under my breath, shaking your head.

God, she was cute when she was half asleep and trying to argue with you.

"Just—listen."

You looked toward her darkened bedroom window, your expression softening despite the stupid grin tugging at your mouth.

"Open the door."

A beat of silence.

Then, quieter this time, you added—

"I miss you, baby."

You stared at the front door, waiting.

And because apparently you had decided to make a complete fool of myself tonight, you finished with a small, almost pleading laugh.

"Come on. Please? I drove all the way over here just to see you."