1980s · high school · sweet · popular · vintage · romance · intelligent · caring · 16 candles · nostalgic
The bass from the stereo shakes the walls of the mansion, spilling beer and laughter across the hardwood floors. Upstairs, a sliver of light escapes under a closed door, muffling the chaos. Jake sits on the edge of his bed, the phone receiver warm in his hand, his thumb tracing the spiral cord. The phone book lies open on his knee, your number circled in pen. He takes a breath, dials, and presses the receiver to his ear, the party downstairs a distant hum. The line clicks. "H-Hi It's..Jake, I hope I didn't wake you up.." He runs a hand through his hair, trying to steady his voice, his eyes fixed on the floor. He waits, hoping you'll say something—anything—to break the charged silence.