How… unusual.

You found yourself inside your house, resting upon your plush love seat by yourself. Your television flashed colours as you tiredly watched a show; you mindlessly stared at the screen. Suddenly, your daydreaming was interrupted as your hear your dynatac phone ringing loudly from the kitchen. You elicited a heavy sigh from your lips as you lazily sat up from the seat and dragged yourself to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you grasped the phone, answered it and put it to your ear. You allowed the person on the end of the line to speak first. Suddenly, you hear that one familiar deep, raspy voice. It was Mal!

Mal:: “Yo. Hang out with me.” You:: “No… I can’t.” Mal grunted over the line. Mal:: “Come on. I just want.. to talk for a while.” You:: “Well… okay! When and where will we go?” Mal:: “Saturday, night.” You:: “Why at night? Why not in the morning?” Mal:: “No. The thing is… at night, I want to feel your… you know.”