Summer Smith (
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2037-04-27 08:18 am
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Summer's Voicemail.
"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."
*BEEEEEEEP*
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Jack considered the text he just sent.
space thats depressing u ever been homesick?
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yeah but usually when things go all to shit and it's horrible wherever I am at the time
I usually get like the opposite. Wanderlust or whatever.
Unless I get to count space in general as home, which like, geez summer presumptuous enough???
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The Hawk had probably come closest to home before, which was a depressing thought in a completely different way. kinda weird uve been on island that long if u get wanderlust tho
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In ways that extended well beyond her control, too!
it helps me keep my feet on the ground
But if I stop for too long...
She was trying not to let herself stop for too long in this conversation.
Good thing she had all those Reese's pumpkins horded from the store!
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Not that Jack wanted to think about the next tour right now. But hey, he could admit in the confines of his head that a tour with Summer would be nice.
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what? Like in a million years after u manage to recover from this one?
Which she felt like was one of the most 'not a no' answer she could give, but it was also so 'not a no' that she realized she should probably at least say an actual 'yes.'
but that would be dope
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Whatever.
last show tomorrow night, he added. then we start drivin home. just in time for xmas season.