Written 6/6/04. 220 words.
Exactly what it sounds like. I don't really have anything to say about this one, except to warn you that it ends in the middle of a sentence.
“Yeah, who is this?”
“Anna?” What the hell?
“Look, I know you’re probably thinking ‘Why the hell would she be calling me?’ or something along those lines. I just called because – as screwed up as this is, Summer, and I know it’s pretty screwed up, I miss you.”
“Me? What about Cohen?”
“Who?” They share a laugh at Seth’s expense. “Look, I just felt like, in the rare moments when we weren’t fighting, we had a real connection. Honestly, Summer, you’re the one part of Newport that I regret leaving.”
“Me?” Summer knows she’s repeating herself, but she can’t help it. The girl she’d written off as her rival is full of surprises.
“Yeah… anyway, I’m coming back to visit my aunt. We’ve got spring vacation. I was just wondering if you’d be interested in hanging out.”
“Definitely! Give me a call when you get here!”
“Okay, I will. Goodnight, Summer.”
She hangs up, thinking that if anyone had told her a week ago that she’d be happy to hear from Anna, she would have said they were crazy.
So why is she smiling so damn hard?
“Hey, it’s me. Anna.”
“Oh, hey! What’s up?”
“Well, I’m here.”
“Really? Great! I can’t wait to see you!” It’s a week later, and