Chapter One
Morgan ran her fingers through her long, brown tendrils of hair as her eyes shifted from the blaring t.v. to the phone.  Should she call him?  Would it be too awkward?  It would be nice to talk to him again, if not to talk, just to hear the gentility in his laugh.  But what if he had forgotten about her already?  Then she�d just end up looking silly, like one of those teeny boppers she�d seen following him around like puppy dogs on The Morning Show.  It had been awhile since their last conversation now that she thought about it.  Six months to be exact.  It wasn�t that they had intentionally drifted apart, though they definitely had their own reasons to.  It was just that, with Lit courses and deadlines to make, Morgan had enough trouble trying to balance college life, let alone long distance friendships. But true friends don�t forget to write or call each other, she reminded herself.  As guilt started to creep in on Morgan�s conscience, a surge of courage enveloped her, and she grabbed the phone off her bedside table, in the meantime knocking over her lamp. 

�I�m an idiot, I�m an idiot, I�m an idiot,� she repeatedly muttered under her breath as she started to dial.  Morgan reached for the remote and started flipping blindly through the channels, waiting for someone to answer.  She could feel the rhythm of her heart pounding against her ribcage in sync to the tone of the rings.  One�Two�

�Hello?� 

�Hey, Apolo?   Um, It�s me.�  I'm not an idiot, I'm a fucking idiot.

�Morgan?�

�Yeah, hey.�

�Wow, it�s so nice to talk to you again,� he murmured, as if to recall the feel and grooves of her voice, the one he had once known so well. 

�Thanks.  Do I still sound sexy?�

Apolo laughed.  �All the time, baby.  So, how�ve you been?�

She smiled.  �No words.  No words!� Morgan replied, stifling a laugh. 

�You watched?!�

�Of course!  Are you kidding me?  C�mon now��

�Wait, wait, wait.  What ever  happened to your �Winter Olympics boycott� ?�

Morgan could feel the warmth of Apolo�s smile across the line, even over the rocky mountains and scorching deserts that separated them.  �I�m a complete sucker.  And you know me, I always make it a point to support my buddies.  So, I guess you could say that I was sort of OBLIGED to watch,� she quipped, letting a smirk play along her lips. 

Apolo couldn�t help but chuckle.  �Fine, okay.  Still haven�t lost that fire yet, huh?�

�Nope.  But there�s something else I called about,� said Morgan, her voice dropping.  She wrapped the winding phone cord around her fingers.  �Seriously, I�I just wanted to apologize for, you know, not calling.�

�Don�t blame yourself, Morg.  It�s not like I�ve been dedicated either.  We both just lead really different lives.�

�No harsh feelings?�

�No harsh feelings, I promise.  All that matters now is that you�re back in my life.  And that�s cool.  But I gotta tell you, I�ve really missed having a chick friend to lean on.�

Morgan crinkled her forehead.  �Oh, stop kissing my ass.  C�mon dude, you and I both saw the kind of girls you had chasing you all over Salt Lake.  You could�ve snapped your fingers and gotten any one of those girls to be your friend for life.�

�None of them with benefits though.�

She bit down on her lower lip.  �No, of course not�� Morgan replied as felt her face slowly flush a hot shade of crimson.  �So, tell me, when are you coming home?�

�In about a week actually,� sighed Apolo.  �Why?�

�Well, I just thought that we could hang out.  You know, like how we used to.�

�You�re home?  What happened to Boston?�

�Long story.  Too long to tell on a long distance phone call at least, so I should go.�

�Yeah.  I�ll call you later. I�d love to see you again, Morgan.�

Morgan smiled.  �Me too, Apolo.  Talk to you later,� she said, as the sound of the dropped receiver filled the still silence.
Music: "Your Winter" by Sister Hazel
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